[He notices the avoidance. It worries him more. It eats at him and his hands tighten on the wheel. It takes a lot of effort not to stop the car and tell her she can talk to him. He'll just let her get away with it for now.]
Not really, no. Left that all behind when I joined Her Majesty's Marines. It was just me dad and mum. But don't mean I can't go back. Might be nice to visit.
[Visit. Not stay. He can't make himself leave Gothem. She's here.]
[Silence. He knows he shouldn't be thinking it. Shouldn't even suggest it. It would be too much like the old days. Too much like all their trips to Switzerland. Still...she sounds so tired.]
I you wanted, I wouldn't mind having you along Miss.
[He looks at her for a moment before focusing on the road again. His shoulder slump. He'd had known it had been out of line. Of course she can't go. Won't go. Which means he won't go either. He has to stay here, just in case she needs him again.]
[There's a soft, sad sigh.] I know, poppet. I know. [He hasn't called her that since she was small. But he still adores her and he's still here for her.]
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Not really, no. Left that all behind when I joined Her Majesty's Marines. It was just me dad and mum. But don't mean I can't go back. Might be nice to visit.
[Visit. Not stay. He can't make himself leave Gothem. She's here.]
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[ Assuming that's even possible, for either of them. ]
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I you wanted, I wouldn't mind having you along Miss.
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And get my mind off of Gotham?
[ That's not happening. ]
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Guess not.
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