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It took a while before it subsided into exhausted quiet. It took a few more careful, restrained breaths before he could start to relax his grip on her. Dave couldn't quite meet Brisa's eye as he pulled away. "Fuck." He composed himself, rubbed his face with his paw. A couple more deep...

Suddenly Brisa was throwing her arms around him. Not the reaction he'd expected to 'Spite the fuckers.' "Love you too, kitten," he said, muffled by her mane. There was a warm, pleasant glow of Radiance spreading from her paws, her arms tight around him, and after a moment he raised his free paw...

Dave grinned. "That's the spirit. Spite the fuckers."

"He knows. But that's a lot of why he doesn't like me. He doesn't like himself very much." Shadow paused to gather his thoughts. "But I remind him of his daughter sometimes, and he loves her. So if he just doesn't think about me being him, he doesn't hate me as much. I'm just some other...

"Ah, but," Dave said, lifting a paw, "see, your genes don't give a shit about the long-term survivability of life. They can't plan for the future. Your genes can make you overspecialize until you're wiped out by the slightest sneeze of a natural disaster, or cause regular overpopulation booms...

"Oh, sure. Altruism evolved because it's advantageous for our genes, too. But we don't care, because it just made us care about other people, and we don't give a fuck that from the gene's hypothetical point of view the point of all that was ultimately to propagate itself. We just do that stuff...

Dave raised his eyebrows. What did Brisa know? She had heard about genetics, he remembered, and read a bunch of science from when humans were a thing in Cowboy World, right? "Well, the coolest thing about life is when you get right down to it it's all just a bunch of molecules. No magic, no...

Dave grinned at her quip, finishing the last of the coffee before setting the cup back down on the table. "I could get behind that. Talk her ear off about genetics until she physically shuts me up."

He raised an eyebrow, sipping a bit more coffee. "Yeah, still not a big fan of the whole fighting for sport thing. Beats sitting and talking about feelings, though."

"The thing where it echoes some shit you said? Yeah." Dave picked at a notch in the cup. "You know, that's a thought. Just get to the fight part straight away and skip the awkward small talk."

"Uh, she asked a bunch of random questions, and then she started grilling me about drinking, and Shadow, and busted out the sword out of nowhere, and we had a battle." More coffee. "I'm guessing that's how it usually goes."

"I mean, paying a different therapist for Fugu's help would rather defeat the point, wouldn't it." He looked at Brisa, picking up his coffee again. "Yeah, the others seem like nutjobs. Fugu's kind of a nut but in mostly just a normal Cibus kind of way. What's the big urgency here? I don't know...

"No. I'm scared and pathetic and talk too much." Shadow looked down, at the spreading shadow puddle around the Mudkip. "But he likes me better if he... just pretends I'm somebody else." He hesitated, looking back up at Nate's Shadow for a lingering moment. "I don't think you're what's bad about...

"I mean, I had the one session." Dave put the coffee cup down. "Plus the time she swung down during the fight and gave me her sword. Maybe I'll pay for a second appointment just to make it even." Or rather, make the God Squad pay. Where the fuck did they get all this goddamn money.

Dave glanced at her over his mug. "I mean, it's a movie. At minimum it'll be an amusing waste of time with overpriced popcorn. Cast of Pokémon's going to be a novelty either way. Beats the waiting game." He took a sip as she watched him, still with that concerned look on her face. "Look, I'm...

"No. There's nothing like that. Just people." Shadow paused, looking away. "I don't know what will happen when they leave. Maybe we'll just disappear. But they'll have to go on anyway, with the same lives that they had, and the same problems, and the same people will still be dead." He glanced...

Brisa would like romances, wouldn't she. Not dragging him to one, though, thank God. "Let's just see what they've got on. Can probably ask for recs at the theater." Happy endings, huh. "When I'm done with my coffee, anyway."

Dave raised his eyebrows. Of course. Brisa from fucking Cowboy World didn't even have movies back home. God. "Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan. What kind of movies are you into?" He sipped his coffee again. For a moment he imagined Brisa watching a fucking Western, whether it'd remind her of home...

Dave clambered upright to give her space, then blinked at her suggestions. "Thanks. Uh, I mean, sure?" Something to do? Brisa never wanted to hit the bar anymore, and the last thing he wanted to do was fight another fucking Colosseum match. He took a sip of his coffee. "You want to... see a...

Shadow shivered, ears flattening against his head. "The real Mia is dead," he muttered. "It's not really her but... I don't want to lose her again." His gaze followed the Mudkip's to the table. "She seems happier in Cibus than the real one ever was back home, though. I hope she does stick with...