Hey, so. I’m old.

Taking it, looking it over before undoing the cap and taking a long sip. Never saying no to a drink.

If anyone needs him, he’s on a beach somewhere gambling and drinking his last check away.

You’re so damn strict. Unclench sometimes, yeah? You’d give me ‘em whether I put up with ‘em or not.

It’s way past his bedtime. (Hasn’t had enough to drink to pass out yet.)

Sexiest man alive being that ugly motherfucker when @levelhands and I exist? Right, right ......

But you aren’t payin’ me. I’m the client. And I’m old and bitter —- comes with the territory, darlin’.

Fine. Then find someone else.

Maybe not. But it wouldn’t be a thing at all without ... me.

“That shit” is paying your bills.

Been tagged in a couple posts of kids being Emerald Beacon for Halloween thanks to the reboot. It didn’t make him tear up a little ... not at all.

He returns the grin, albeit weakly. As if a string was pulled to make it happen. “Thank you,” his hand covers hers, giving it a squeeze.

Absolutely it does.

Thank you I think.

Depends.