You said she was good for me.
::tries not to sound too accusing...but really, there are times when the constant mind-changing members of the female species seem to do wears thin::
Yes, I did...
She is. She really is.
Since you seem to be beaming from head to toe, I assume the answer was yes, so...
::holds her eye for a minute, still not convinced...ah, well, a topic for later::
::shifts attention to other daughter::
No smart aleck remarks, sprite?
::lifts shoulders in a shrug::
If it means you two can get over the over emotional honeymoon phase faster, by all means.
She has a point. I was getting ready to charge for all the advice you've been asking.
I don't see why you shouldn't go for it, especially if Seven can keep you in line and out of our hair.
::drops teasing, putting a note of warning in tone::
Just be sure, Paris. She's not the type of girl who would easily blow off any hurt caused by a split down the road. She deserves to be happy.
I am sure, Harry. I've never...
::lets that one drop, hoping linnis_paris
is too absorbed in her own sulking to finish the sentence ::
::glances back around, mildly embarrassed::
I just thought you all should know.
Well, we appreciate it. Especially those of us past our bedtime.
::reaches over to tug baby away from linnis_paris
::she's no teddy bear, for Pete's sake::
I'm happy for you, but I'm not calling Seven gran. Probably get me assimilated anyhow.
::taking pilot's unspoken cue, nudges lieutenantkim
Speaking of which, you wanna tuck the princess in? She'll listen to you.
I don't think you have anything to worry about. If the whole Collective couldn't be suffered to take you in, I doubt Seven alone would want the headache of a mini-link.
::climbs to feet as well, following them, after giving older sister another glare...if she needs all the attention, let her have it, then::
::rolls neck, waiting patiently for gaggle of clowns to disperse::
::debates between former seat at desk and a less safe but closer proximity, finally plopping down on end of sofa nearest companion's seat::
::notes that she substituted a throw pillow for the baby::
Sweetheart, I haven't seen you sulk like this since you were five months old and Neelix permanently revoked kitchen privileges.
It's still not funny.
::furrows brow, finding excellent angle of complaint::
Even at that time, I was still older than Seven was when she was assimilated.
You know, she really hasn't grown up all that much emotionally.
...and you're in a ball on my sofa, pouting.
::runs hand through hair...maybe that was mean::
What I'm trying to say, sweetheart, is that all of us are living on borrowed time. Seven might not be as emotionally stable as a normal human woman her age might be, but then again, she probably never will be. That's what happens when your childhood is robbed from you.
...if I can help her come to grips with this new adult world she's trying to assimilate into, I want to. I haven't tried to pressure her into being anything she isn't ready to be.
I know that, I just...
::drops pillow, curling lip up in frustration...mostly directed inward::
This isn't even about Seven.
I didn't really imagine it was.
::leans forward, dragging the pillow away and taking hands::
I'm sorry. I should have talked to you about this before anyone else. You've dealt so well with this whole mess with Jenay and her mother, I just assumed...I have a habit of assuming...you were fine with everything else as well.
::shifts gaze away briefly despite intention when bright blue eyes meet own, before forcing it back::
This is going to sound trite, but I guess some things can't be put any other way.
My relationship with your mother probably wasn't as perfect as I try to remember it. We didn't exactly have a fairy tale start...or end...but I loved her more than anything I had ever loved in my entire life. I guess a part of me still does. But do you know why I loved her? She saved me. After Torres died, I didn't want to live either. She made me mad as hell while she did it, but your mother stayed by my side and pushed and pushed until I decided to snap out of it and rejoin the living. She said she wouldn't be satisfied until I was happy again. I don't even know that she loved me the way I loved her...but it didn't really matter, because she genuinely cared. How many guys are lucky enough to find something like that?
When I asked her to marry me, her biggest concern was the future she couldn't give me. She foresaw every bit of the misery I eventually buried myself in. She only agreed to marry me after I promised to move on again after she left us.
I think I'm ready.
::prepares to tell him that nice as that slice of history was, he might have missed the point again...before realizing that maybe he didn't::
I know. I don't begrudge you that. I spent years telling you to move on.
It's just...I suppose the older I get, the more I realize I miss certain things...people. The good memories used to be so clear, I didn't feel I had lost much at all...but it gets harder and harder to hold onto them, and I'm just afraid...
::blows out breath again, annoyed by uncharacteristically fragmented thought process::
You can't forget Mother, because I'm depending on you to help me remember her.
I'm not going to forget your mother, sweetheart...not your mother or a second of our lives together. I couldn't if I wanted to.
::frees a hand, reaching over to tilt her chin up, examining::
::nothing but the usual workaholic insomniac tiredness there, but still...makes mental note to talk to the other doctor ASAP::
And if it's what you need, I'll tell Seven all bets are off. She'd understand.