::buries a sigh...there you have the counselor's opinion and the Starfleet officer's opinion, but as usual, Deanna's seems nowhere to be found::
::cracks a half-hearted smile anyhow, nodding toward jimmied door::
Maybe we should leave these people alone to put my ship back together, then.
You can share your other ideas with me back ho...back on Earth.
::reaches over to shut down terminal, taking one last look around before following her out::
Did you check in on the boys?
All three of them.
Things are fine in La Barre...though, apparently, Jean-Luc is heartbroken to think this will be the last visit he and Barin will have. By the time we get back, he'll be grown...grown!
::drops good-natured imitation of Picardesque outrage, own smile faltering momentarily::
::observes carefully...is that a chink?::
You know, I've been giving it some thought myself. They're pretty close.
::chooses not to say bonded by loss, even if it's true...mentoring the half Betazoid, half-Tavnian boy just might have been the only thing that saved Jean-Luc Picard's sanity after his wife's death, but it shouldn't have been because he had just lost his own mother::
We could leave Barin here. He'd be happy in La Barre.
::drops hand, head shaking in negation even before the suggestion is out::
I may not be the best example of a sister, but he's the only family I have left. I promised Mother I'd keep him close.
If we were talking about leaving him on Betazed, perhaps...Jeyal wouldn't stand a chance of taking him off planet. But Earth?
::discreetly rolls shoulders, releasing an insulted cough::
Believe it or not, we mere Earthlings aren't all bumbling idiots.
He would be with Captain Picard. I don't think Jeyal would stand a chance of getting near either of them.
::narrows eyes at him::
Don't try to guilt-trip me. Or logic me to death.
I just can't, Will.
::frowns, mulling over own warning::
I'd feel guilty being so far from him.
You'd miss him, because you love him, and you can't imagine not being able to mother-hen him.
::offers a real, challenging smile after throwing down that gauntlet::
It was just an idea. I doubt he'd go for it either, to be honest. He feels very protective of you as well, in his own way.
::doesn't deny the assurance...can't, really::
::protective...yes, that certainly does describe some of the emotions the teenager gives off::
::tilts head, another worry slipping in::
We'll be leaving Jean-Luc alone, for all intents and purposes.
Enterprise is readying for a near Earth stretch, so Geordi will be around.
I'm sure Worf will find his way back, and with any luck, Wesley isn't disappearing again any time soon...
::pauses as an odd smile quirks companion's lips up::
That is, unless they have something to do with your ideas.
::folds hands primly behind back, putting on a face of the utmost innocence::
Wes mentioned an interest in reactivating his commission, but seemed a little nervous about finding a niche after so long. As his therapist...
::juts chin up at hoot of laughter, continuing::
I wouldn't mind keeping him close.
Final approval depends on Starfleet, of course. And you.
I'm sure I could find a broom closet on here somewhere...
::holds up hand to call the peace, grinning at her::
And I doubt he'll have a problem with Starfleet. He's Beverly Crusher's son.
That smacks of...what was the phrase you used? Hereditary entitlement?
True. But I do think Wesley has earned a position, regardless.
So has Tom Paris, apparently.
::frowns...defending problem patients is somehow never satisfying::
Though I think he more likely bumbled into responsibility than assumed it.
::pushes aside those thoughts, settling attention on the here and now and important::
Anything else I should know, Commander?