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[he sits on the floor and rests his head on Marco's stomach. He should be getting a new bed within the day or so and thank god for that. He didn't want to keep people in stasis. He didn't want to unmake things. He didn't want to ask what was so moving forward about being dead? It was the ultimate stasis. Supposedly.]

Why do you ask?

[because he does. And strangely, his biggest regret now that he thinks about it-- was crawling to Balamb to begin with. He loved Marco. Wanted to be with Marco... But the end result would have been the same, wouldn't it? What had been done had been done. The consequences were the consequences.]

I would change the past if I could.

So would I, but that's not a regret.

Nor can it be done. Not even using Time. Not even unmaking it.

Here. [He half sits up in a crouching position and traces the scar on Thatch's face.]

Everything moves in circles. If the loop doesn't close... [He snaps his fingers.] Something big breaks down in the chain. Got it?

[He traces the scar and makes a circle.] If we could go into the past and redo things so as to be different then we wouldn't know to have to go into the past to redo them and -- [Mimes with his hands, breaking a stick.] You break the circle.

[He lays back down and hugs Thatch's head, then pets him softly.] You didn't say that you have no regrets. What's up?

[it's soothing in a way to be touched like that. That warm circular motion. He leans back into the hug]

Let's break it anyway. We're pirates, aren't we?

Aye, aye, but then there'd be regrets. See? Circles, yoi.

Let them come. As long as benefits outweighed the regrets, I'd have as many as I could take.

[Frowns softly and pets more before grinning wryly.] Not sure how proud Pops would be, but I'll think on it more. It's not something I'm willing to be reckless on. Even for the chance of saving Toby.

[Pet pet pet pet.] But there might be something to it. I'd make you take all the regrets though, eh.

[leans into the pets and affection]

I'd take every one of them. I'm a big guy. I can handle it. I won't even let you have any.

[He laughs.] The hell kind of answer is that? You're supposed to scold me for being selfish.

Aye, but selfish is a good look on you. [He twisted around to cross his arms over the bed and rest his chin on them]

After all, if pirates couldn't be just as selfish as they wanted, what's the point?

Hai, hai.

You spoil me too much, you know. What will you do if I come to expect it?

Surpass your expectations. [do you have any idea...? He can never tell. And maybe you don't... But it doesn't matter.] Let me get you everything you ever wanted.

[Marco's blushing. Either his acting is AMAZING and flawless, or he's thinking weird things.]

I'll hold you to that bastard. [A small laugh and he ruefully shakes his head.] Mah, but you always do.

Aww, sweetpea, you're so cute when you blush. [pinches cheeks] But, aye aye [captain] Happy to service you. [grin] I mean, serve.

[BLUSHES MORE.]

I hate you sometimes. [Nah he doesn't.]

And here I was planning to seduce you. [he takes Marco's chin and moves in close] Do I still have a chance, sweetheart?

[Doki doki!]

There's always a chance, but it'll take more than sweet words. I love my wife after all.

[How are they straight again?]

Oh I know. But don't you know that biting into a lime after having tequila makes it taste better?

[well they are. For the most part. Despite being nose to nose]

Aye, it's a pity that limes must always be fresh or they could add it right in, eh?

I still prefer blue curacao any day of the week though.

[Flirt with him. In his fail brick-like way.]

Oi! Who the hell are you calling an old lime? [He grabs Marco's nose and starts to pull] I'll blue curacao your ass if you say that again.

I'd like to see you try.

Alright then, punk.

[he leans over and sticks his tongue in Marco's ear]

[Slowly red thermometer mode here.]

That's not blue. That's popping a cherry mode. Get your terms straight bastard.

[Thatch you have five seconds to switch your gears before Marco does something about it. 5, 4, 3....]

Ah I always get them confused. [he flops with his back against the bed.] Either way, I win.

[Frowns slightly...]

[Messes up Thatch's hair in deadpan.]

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