suitably_heroic | Around Atton's New York, All Day Tuesday

So, Cade was still here. And... damned lucky that Dane had the patience of a saint (or at least a guy with crappy coping methods and a history of poor boundary-setting), or he probably would've been out on his ass by now. Hell, Jack had thought about throwing him out on his ass a few times now. The crossing the streams was just kind of weird.

And Cade could be kind of a jackass.

(But he'd also missed the guy and having him here was a good reminder of their misspent youth and space he really was getting old, wasn't he?)

Anyway.

It was show day. And Jack-slash-Atton hadn't slept a wink last night, so he'd just be on the floor of the living room, where he'd been for the last couple of hours. Ugh.

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"Me either," Cade admitted. "I was giving myself some room for being a better person than I am."

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"Yeah, that'll get you every time," Atton muttered, lifting his cup to take a big sip of his coffee. "Well, you crash on the couch, you get me wandering around at night. Deal with it."

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"It's still night?" Cade whined. "Whyyyy."

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"It's early morning," Atton told him. "I came in here a couple hours ago. You slept through most of it. Stop whining."

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"I will never stop whining. It's genetic," Cade told him.

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"There's like how many generations between you and Anakin now?" Atton asked.

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"Have you met Luke?" Cade grumbled.

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"Maybe?" Atton said, frowning at the Cade-lump on the couch. "There's too many of you."

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"Blond, short, and whiny," Cade said. "Normally in black."

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"Oh, the Mical clone," Atton said. "I think I distantly remember him?"

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"He's annoying," Cade said, closing his eyes. "Shows up in my dreams."

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Atton frowned, sitting back against the wall. "Yeah?" he said. "Why?"

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"What would a Force ghost bitch about?" Cade asked. "Living up to the family name, restarting the Jedi, fighting the Sith. Pass."

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"How long has he been doing that?"

Yeah, Atton knew Cade was blowing it off. He sounded kind of concerned anyway.

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"Years," Cade huffed. "Thus the death sticks. They shut him up."

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"Space," Atton muttered, rubbing at his face with one hand.

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"Don't judge my coping mechanisms," Cade said, flinging his arm over his eyes.

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"I'm not," Atton said. He was still eyeing Cade, or as much of him as he could see. "I'm judging him. He's kept going? All this time? Here I thought Anakin was bad, but at least that schutta is honest about the way he lashes out."

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"Well, he's off in Force ghost wherever," Cade said. "Guess he doesn't have anything else to do."

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Atton snorted. He sipped his coffee. "There was a time I would've killed to be haunted by a Force ghost," he said. "Uh. A specific one, not just any one. Now I think the dead should probably just leave us alone."

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"Name one member of my family who's ever done something that would be normal," Cade said.

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Atton held his cup out in front of him and stared at the wall.

"Look, I know the way we usually handle this is we blow this stuff off," he said. "But you know that doesn't make it okay, right?"

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"Sure," Cade said.

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Jack was looking at the lump on the sofa again. Wondering if there even was anything useful to say, Cade being Cade.

"My folks were like that," he said, after a short silence. "There weren't a lot of military families left on Alderaan when I was young, and there's even less now. Used to give me these lectures about how we were honourbound to step up, because the rest of our people had gotten fat and cowardly." He looked at his cup. "And you hear enough of that when you're young enough, running away to join the army at 16 starts making sense."