Lucille 2: Buster, this is exactly why our relationship does not work. Buster: Our relationship doesn’t work? Lucille 2: No, not as long as you keep getting me all mixed up with your mother. Buster: It is exactly the opposite. I’m leaving my mother for you. You’re replacing my mother. Lucille 2: Well, that’s healthy.
So I just set up a 20 gallon aquarium with a betta (a very handsome red and blue little guy who still needs a name) and a small school of red-eyed tetras (who look like they’re wearing red eye shadow. I love it). Normally, I’d be worried about the betta being too aggressive with other fish, but I did some research and with the space available for everybody, territory issues shouldn’t really be a problem, and the little guys I’ve got are supposed to be pretty well behaved when it comes to issues like fin nipping and whatnot. The betta flared up a bit at the tetras when they first met but so far everything seems to be going pretty well? Part of me is still worried about what these little hooligans will get up to when I go to bed for the night, but fingers crossed that they’ll keep to themselves. I do have a smaller tank set aside for the betta if things go downhill, but I’m hoping that I won’t have to use it.
I forgot how fun it was to watch fish swim around. Welcome to the family, you scaley little idiots. There had better not be a massacre for me in the morning.
You didn’t notice that Poe had gone quiet until you stopped laughing and saw him staring off into space.
“Poe? …Poe, are you okay?” you gently nudged his shoulder; it’s then that you see the tears in his eyes.
“I almost didn’t have this…I almost died in there…and here I am, enjoying this time I still have with you when over half the pilots here can’t anymore…what am I doing?” he said, voice quiet and haunted. “I know I’m doing the right thing, but it…should it hurt like this? Should it hurt so bad to lose so many people, even if it’s for the right reasons?”
You didn’t say anything right away. You just let him lean into you, leaving tears on your uniform…tears you thought you’d never see.
“Poe…it’s going to be okay. It might not be right now, but it will be, okay? We’re going to make it better together.”
“Don’t leave me,” he muttered into the fabric of your uniform.
You couldn’t truthfully say you’d never be taken from him, so instead you just rubbed his back and said, “They’ll have to pry your dead body from my hands to get me to let you go.”