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LUCY GINSBERG
Posted: Mar 10 2012, 10:47 PM


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There were strange things happening on The Pride. For one, Lucy Ginsberg looked like shit and though she wasn't necessarily a woman who prided herself on maintaining appearances - especially with zombies roaming around and the whole "no running water" issue, she typically managed to not look like someone who'd recently been in a particularly vicious bar brawl. Though the fight occurred a day ago, the brunette was still sore over the whole incident.

No pun intended.

As for the owner of The Pride - he seemed to be dealing with some life-changing, perspective-altering events of his own though Lucy had yet to question him about it. She'd seen the blue smudges on the boat that appeared to be washable paint but had no idea where the paint had come from (or why it was smeared all over the yacht) but figured when he was ready to talk he would.

Then there was the problem with Darwin. The beagle puppy had recently gotten into Lucy's stash of painkillers. She'd taken to hiding the little orange pill bottles around the boat so she wouldn't have to take Vicodin in front of Sullivan (it was a small consideration for the man whose yacht she was now living on) and somehow, Darwin had gotten access to a baggie of oxy she'd rolled up in and crammed into a pair of boots in the back of Emma Finch's closet. The dog, Lucy discovered when she entered the room, was stoned. It was laying on its back, legs splayed, with a familiar, glazed look in its little beagle eyes and upon seeing it, one leg kicking the air languidly, the brunette sighed.

"Oh, for chrissakes," she scooped the puppy up and made her way to the wheelhouse, deciding it would be best to get it hydrated and hope it would piss out the painkillers before anyone else realized what had happened. "Come on, Darwin. Let's get you to detox."

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Posted: Mar 10 2012, 11:07 PM


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Sully, for his part, wasn't sure what end was up.

That morning he'd woken up a little sure that the shit he'd gone through the night before was a hallucination, and in fact, wanted it to be. He hadn't really spent any time around Lucy, mostly because he was sure that he would take shit out on her that wasn't exactly fair… and for him to be thinking THAT way, something really earth-shattering must have happened. It did. His son told him he loved him. While painted blue, Conor came on his boat and started some shit, spoke about how he was dating some other kid… and then walked off, but just before, hugged Sullivan and told him those three words that he couldn't get out of his head.

'Love you, Dad.'

How's a guy supposed to forget something like that? He hadn't. Instead, he spent all that night drinking with Seth… and then the next morning, he was still a sodden mess, all but slumped down in his favourite chair in the wheelhouse, his face covered in two days' growth of beard and his eyes red and glazed. Yes this day wasn't really starting off on the best foot, and he knew that it was only going to go downhill fast. Why? Because he remembered hearing the sound of fighting the day before. That was something that did make him smile a little. Lucy certainly gave Emma shit… and he was proud of her for it.

But he hadn't been face to face with her in a day or so… and knew that was long-overdue. Perhaps, he thought, he should go looking for her… but the idea of getting on his feet was something that made his stomach roll. Still, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps and turning his head, all but letting it loll on his shoulders, he eyed the doorway to the little room with a blink… because he was sure he just heard Lucy's voice… mentioning Darwin and detox. He didn't get it… and so thought that the only way he would was to check it… and groaning, let out a particularly vicious curse.

Getting to his feet, he winced and weaved a little as he stood, swaying as he got his balance… and then slowly made his way to the door, hand gripping the doorframe as he looked out. And there, he could see what was going on: his puppy was all but poured into Lucy's hands and he couldn't help but let out a soft groan. What is it with Finches being on drugs, especially the younger ones? "What in the name of all that's holy… did you do to Darwin?" he asked in a near-whisper, his head raging with a headache. "Jesus Christ. Is he high?"

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Posted: Mar 11 2012, 04:44 PM


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Hearing Sullivan before she actually saw him, Lucy couldn't help but purse her lips in an effort to hold back a bemused smile at the sight of the man. The red eyes and scraggly facial hair were familiar indicators that he'd been on a bender - whether he'd gotten drunk to celebrate something or to drown his sorrows, she couldn't tell but she instinctively reached into her pocket and pulled out a white bottle, tossing it toward him while cradling Darwin with her other arm. "Don't worry, it's just aspirin," she remarked quickly before he could object. "You look like you could use it."

As for his question, the brunette looked back down at the puppy in her arms. Darwin was currently staring up at her rather contentedly (in her opinion) though he did seem a bit more glassy-eyed than usual. She shrugged in an attempt to act like having a stoned beagle puppy was nothing out of the ordinary. "Stoned, not high." As if there was a difference. "He might have gotten into my stash," she replied, gently squeezing by Sullivan and entering the wheel house. "You know, he's a lot more mellow now. Not as .. barky. I could get used to this." Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best time to make jokes but Lucy couldn't help it. She felt like crap, had large bruises on both her elbows, her body was sore, and her knees hadn't looked that scraped up since she was in third grade and fell on the asphalt while trying to double-dutch with neighborhood kids and yet Sullivan somehow managed to look worse. The last thing she wanted to do was have a serious conversation about the dog's drug problem.

"Do we have any clean water?" She was speaking more to herself than to Sullivan, whose hangover (or current still-inebriated state) would make him slower in responding. Setting Darwin down by her feet, she opened a few cabinets until she found what she was looking for - a plastic bottle of water. Opening it and tilting its contents into a bowl, she set the water down by the puppy whose ears perked up momentarily. After a few cautionary stniffs Darwin didn't seem interested in the water and quickly resumed laying on his back, kicking one leg slowly in the air. Tilting her head as she watched the dog, Lucy quirked a brow and put a hand to her hip. "I'm sure he'll be fine. He didn't take too many pills."

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Posted: Mar 11 2012, 08:35 PM


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Did he look that bad, he wondered, even as one side of his lips quirked up a little at the sight of his girlfriend, her expression making him curiously wipe a hand down his face, feeling the two-days' growth of beard with a bemused sort of look to his eyes before he let them slide away. It was the quick movement of her hand, tossing something his way that had him turning his head towards her just in time to catch that bottle of pills, his eyes going to hers, crinkling in silent question as they flashed down to see what she'd handed him. It was the sight of the little plus symbol on that bottle of Bayer that got him to snicker. "Yeah, I could really fucking use this… thanks," he said and then used his thumb to snap the lip off.

He tossed two pills down even as she began to sneak past and he followed her with his eyes, turning his head the entire time to watch her go, his brows coming together over suddenly worried eyes. "What's the goddamned difference? Stoned or high?" he said even as he moved to follow her, his hand idly tucking the bottle of pills into the pocket of his jeans, his other hand moving to rub the pup along his stomach. Yeah, he barely moved for the scratch to his belly, and that alone made Sully snicker a little before shaking his head. "We're not going to keep the dog drugged just so it's quiet around here, Luce," he began and then frowned. "This is why I was really fucking sure you needed to quit that shit… he's just a baby," he muttered but there was something about the way she was looking at him that made him want to ignore the dog entirely. She looked beaten to hell and back and though he knew what happened, he still felt like shit for having Emma on board. If he'd tossed her ass off like he wanted, this wouldn't have happened.

Leaning down to pet the dog the second he was set down, he bent his head to mutter nonsense at the puppy, shaking his head all the while. "Yeah, there's water under the bar," he muttered but already heard her pouring the liquid out for the dog which made the animal go to drink. Sully just stayed crouched where he was and watched Darwin, only to shake his head. "That's just plain fucked up," he muttered, watching the dog just laze there, his eyes narrowed on the animal just before glancing up at his girlfriend. His hand resting on her knee, he hissed for the broken skin there and frowned. "Christ, she kicked your ass good… I hope you gave her hell too," he muttered, and then leaned his head back. "You need me to look at any of this?"

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Posted: Mar 12 2012, 04:29 PM


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"You don't look that bad," Lucy remarked with a wry, upward twist of her lips as Sullivan's hand went to his jaw. "The scruff kind of suits you. It adds to the whole "pirate" thing you're going for."

She watched his expression as he turned the aspirin bottle in his hand, inspecting it, and shrugged. "Semantics," the brunette said in response to Sullivan's question. "High is what you get off of ... coke or meth or crack. Stoned just sounds better." She realized her argument was wasted on him - the man had one view of drugs, all drugs, and she knew she wasn't going to change it any time soon. With his attention on Darwin, Lucy ran a hand through her hair, sensing what the man was going to say next before he actually said it.

The drugs conversation. It was one they'd had before albeit briefly and one Lucy liked to avoid. She understood why her parents had wanted her to get help and get cleaned up when she'd first gotten hooked - they cared for her in a way only parents could for someone hellbent on hurting themselves and Lucy could recognize now that her actions really had been breaking their hearts. They hadn't been saying that to be hyperbolic like she'd accused them all those years back. The faintest hint of guilt crept up on her and she tried to shake it off. Sullivan on the other hand seemed to view drug use - hers, her son's and who knew who else's - with the same disdain though Lucy refused to believe that in such a short amount of time, a man who'd been a complete stranger only a month ago had suddenly grown to care for her enough for that to be his only reason to want her clean. She suspected there was more to the story but was careful not to push it.

"I know, I know," Lucy replied with a sigh, her tone softening. "I am sorry. I'll be more careful next time with the pills and keep a better eye on him." She winced when Sullivan put a hand on her knee and managed a smirk. "You should have warned me the Ice Queen could fight," she teased with a shake of her head. "I'll be fine. It's nothing the satisfaction of knowing a pair of patent leather Jimmy Choos are at the bottom of the bay and a dab of Neosporin can't fix." She paused and eyed him. "What about you? Did you go on a bender to celebrate me wiping the deck with your wife's lovely face or was there something else going on?"


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Posted: Mar 12 2012, 06:16 PM


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"Yeah, you say that now…" Sully told Lucy with a flicker of the eyes in her direction but then had to admit, she had a point. There wasn't such a thing as a clean-shaven pirate… and if he was going into that line of work someday, he'd have to get her used to it, the facial hair. Then again, he kind of enjoyed being lazy. "Okay, fine, as long as you won't make up some bullshit excuse about not being willing to keep sleeping with me because of this… I'm not going to shave." And he wouldn't, either.

"Sure, it is…" he muttered but he knew that SHE knew how he felt about drugs, even if she didn't know the whys and the wherefores. There was something so very frustrating about the fact that he hadn't come totally clean with her about that portion of his past… but he would. Eventually. "Uh-huh, sure it does. How about this, then: you've given my dog a buzz. Now that doesn't sound any better, does it?" he asked her with a smirk. "Stoned, high… it's all the fucking same, Luce." And he knew that even if he was a little distracted by the sight of his dog looking like a dog-shaped piece of Play-Doh, he wasn't' letting her off the hook. After all, she was the root cause of it all… it WAS her drugs, after all, that the dog got into. This wasn't going to fly.

Maybe someday he'd actually own up to all the shit and tell her why he wanted her clean, and it wasn't just because he cared for her… no, the fucking temptation was too much. Once a drug addict, always a drug addict, that temptation never fully went away. And she had to know it, even if she hadn't tried getting off the meds herself.

Sighing, he watched her with the expression of a recalcitrant child and then glanced away. Her apologies, that meant more than anyone else's and he could see that he was turning into a sucker for her faster than he had for anyone else. Great, he thought. She's already getting to me. "Good, that's all I ask for… I mean, I could dump all that shit overboard, but I'm not. You need to get clean and I'm not going to force you through withdrawals. I don't work that way," he said, looking at her and then slowly smirked at her, his expression faintly devious. "Well, I thought you'd have realized that from how long I was with her… she isn't a doormat." Still, knowing she'd be fine went a long way and though he would have loved to have seen the fight, it was a good thing he hadn't. "Yeah, for her, losing those shoes, it was like you dumping Conor over…" he said and it was the mention of his son's name that had him frowning.

Oh yeah… she had to mention his news… and the bender. That should be fun. "Nope, the bender was because I found out my son is gay and he told me he loved me. How the hell does this shit happen to me, huh, Lucy?" he asked her and then frowned. "The kid should fucking hate me for how I treated him… and instead, he hugged me. Was it to make me feel like shit or was it true?"

Man, I need a drink.

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LUCY GINSBERG
Posted: Mar 13 2012, 10:14 AM


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"A bit of facial hair I can handle, Redbeard," she remarked teasingly." Don't get carried away with this pirate business though, when you start trading in your hand for a hook, I'm out of here." Lucy kept her expression neutral as she lowered her gaze, eyeing Sullivan's hand. Getting into bed with Captain Hook, she decided, was a little too adventurous even for her. "And," she added with an upward twist of her lips, "Try calling me a 'wench' and Emma's won't be the only Finch ass I kick." Her tone was chiding but Sullivan would have to be a fool not to think Lucy wouldn't deliver on her word.

She was glad to let the drug talk drop - at least for the time being. There would be a time and a place for that eventually, she figured, if she and Sullivan ever got to the point in their strange relationship where they'd have to talk about such things.

"No shit?" Her tone was a mixture of shock and, underneath that, sympathy. Normally, being hugged by ones estranged son would be a cause for celebration but Lucy knew better than to think such was the case. From what she'd seen of the family, Finches were not naturally touchy-feely types who made declarations of love to one another. Their version of "I love you" apparently involved a lot of alcohol and brooding silence broken by tense glares and muttered curses. Lucy moved toward the liquor cabinet, taking out two glasses and pouring a quick splash of scotch into each. She doubted Sullivan needed more booze in his system from the looks of him but there was little else to offer the man in the way of comfort.

"Here." Handing him one glass, Lucy sipped from the other in contemplative silence, speaking again only when she couldn't hold back the question on her mind. "So your son ... He's gay now?"

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Posted: Mar 13 2012, 01:01 PM


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"Redbeard," Sullivan mused, chuckling along. Yeah, she had a point, he knew that much, but there was always that nagging voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like his Ex-Wife… who said that it didn't look good. He was starting to think she was just pissed off at life in general. "Oh don't worry, I don't plan on getting a hook, or a peg-leg. I'm a little too shallow for that kind of fuckery," he told her with a smirk that only grew wider as she went on. She didn't want to be called a wench? Oh he was going to have a hard time NOT saying it now… just to make her act. "Oh cmon," he said but then knew her well enough to know she'd actually back those words up. And he liked it. "You're my we-," he began and then grinned that maniacal smile. "Cmon, I'm not that stupid."

Some would argue that point, but whatever. They were alone, and they weren't about to go back into the drugs-discussion. Nope, now as the time to share what exactly pissed him off in the first place.

"No shit," he repeated with a nod, knowing she'd understand. Finches didn't act like that, huggy and lovey, because to Sullivan, that always came off fake. People who tended to be overly nice were just waiting to stab you in the back and then steal your shit… but the fact that Conor hugged him, told him that and then wandered off without asking for anything, that didn't make sense. Or it did in all the worst ways and he didn't want to consider it… which was why he just reached up to grab the glass that his girlfriend offered him and then dropped into the closest chair. Sipping it, he eyed her face a moment and then sighed, patting one thigh in silent offer to let her sit there atop him. It was better than yelling. His head ached, after all.

"Yeah, he's gay, or so it looks like. Dunno what that shit means for Dora, but I'm starting to see that things are all kinds of fucked up and I don't know how to fix it. I'm supposed to know, aren't I?" he asked her, his head tilting back to show an expression of confusion and pain before letting his blank mask fall to cover it all. "Fuck, and here I thought I finally had shit covered… it just showed how much more I've gotta learn."

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LUCY GINSBERG
Posted: Mar 13 2012, 11:21 PM


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Nodding in satisfaction, Lucy regarded Sullivan with a look of mischief in her eyes that gave his smirk a run for its money. It was still hard for her to wrap her head around how easy it was at times to let her guard down around him and be herself, sarcasm and all. There were still times when self-doubt and pessimism crept up on her in the middle of the night and she'd lay awake with the man beside her, wondering what the hell she was doing and anticipating the moment when everything would go to shit - as it inevitably would - but that day hadn't come yet. In the meantime, Lucy was determined to enjoy herself. Narrowing her eyes as he protested the new ban on the "W" word, she laughed as he began to say it only to cut himself off. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that," she shot back with a roll of her eyes.

As the conversation shifted to a more serious topic, Lucy watched for a moment as Sullivan sank into the nearest seat. He was taking the confrontation with his son hard, she realized with a start. For all his blustering and protestation, it was clear from the way he was reacting to the situation that he still cared about the boy a lot and Lucy found it curious Sullivan wasn't quite able to admit it to himself despite how obvious it was to an outside observer like herself. She moved toward him, draped an arm languidly around his neck and sat across his lap, figuring she'd take it easy on him since he had a hangover. A yelling match or argument against an opponent in his condition just wouldn't be fair and Lucy was all about fair fights.

The thought reminded her of the scuffle with the Ice Queen and Lucy almost smirked.

The brunette shook her head. "That's total bullshit," she replied with firm conviction. "Think about it, as kids all we do is fuck up and our parents do the best they can to help fix our problems but they don't always succeed." She was a pretty much the perfect example of that. Her fingers traced light circles against the back of Sullivan's neck and she sighed. "I'm no parent but take it from someone who's been where your kid is - he's not looking for someone to swoop in and make everything all right. He just needs someone to be there for him no matter what. Even when shit hits the fan." There was a flicker of emotion in Lucy's eyes as she thought back to her own parents and how horrible she'd been to them. God. Had they felt as bewildered and helpless as Sullivan? She hated to think that her actions had bigger repercussions than she'd bothered to acknowledge at the time.

The look on his face made her own expression soften and she leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Isn't that the great irony of life?" She drawled with a light smile. "What is that saying? Man plans, God laughs?" That sounded about right. "You know .. you're not doing a bad job, all things considered."

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Posted: Mar 14 2012, 08:18 AM


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Oh this was why they were so evenly matched: her fire matched his in all the best ways, and even as he watched her face grow more playful and cheeky, his own smile matched, his eyes twinkling down at hers. It was the first time in a few days since he'd actually felt anything like smiling, really, so he was relieved to know that she could still work on him in the best of ways. Of course, that wasn't to say that he wasn't going to taunt her a little, but knowing she wasn't afraid of him, that she felt she could do the same right back? Even better, which was why he arched a brow and reached down to pinch her ass, just once, and just enough to show her that he was going to get her back in other ways. "Yeah yeah. You're the smart one… does that mean I have to live off my looks?" he asked playfully in return, and then just growled the word 'wench' under his breath. Oh yeah, it is on.

But all too soon he was in that chair, that lighter mood destroyed by the thought of what he'd gone through in the past few days. He hadn't wanted to show her that he was really and truly broken by what happened with Conor, but he was… and he couldn't' really pretend he wasn't, not with how utterly crushed the thought of his son made him. The kid was treated like shit by him for years… yet he still cared. So did Sully, though he didn't know how to fix it.

The soft, warm weight of Lucy on his lap, that helped a little, his arm going around her waist to tug her closer almost without thinking, the feel of her arm on the back of his neck enough to make him lean back into her fingers. This was how he wanted to get through it, through the hangover too. It was easier this way, even if he wasn't sure he believed her when she muttered about parents solving things being bullshit. He arched a brow but didn't look at her, his lips pursed. Oh yeah, he'd love to believe her, but from his point of view… he was supposed to be someone for Conor to come to. The kid could barely stand in his presence for five minutes before they were at each other's throats.

"Yeah, maybe you're right about what Conor wants.. but Christ, Luce… I just want to fix shit. Make it all alright, you know?" he said and then frowned. He can't even say he did that when his son was little. How can he be respected if he tried such things so late in the game. "I wanna be there, but the kid's not gonna trust that I'm being sincere. That's the biggest problem here…" he began and then before he could go on, he froze at the feel of her lips on his cheek. THAT helped, and he wasn't about to hide it, not when his hand was rubbing absently at her hip. "Man plans, God laughs. Yeah, I've heard that one before… it makes all kinds of sense," he muttered to himself before arching a brow at her, his eyes finding hers in some surprise. "You really think I'm not doing a bad job? Seriously? I've been a terrible father to him… that's the kind of thing I can't walk away from. I'm going to be fucking grovelling for years, I bet."

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Posted: Mar 15 2012, 11:01 AM


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With Sullivan's arm around her waist, Lucy could feel her body relaxing as the tension from the day eased from her muscles. There was still a faint ache in her joints, in her elbows where large purple bruises had formed, but they were bearable. She could tell from the look on the man's face that her words were doing little to make him feel better about his situation and she couldn't blame him. Though she didn't know their entire history, she'd seen enough (and interacted enough) with Finches to know that their homelife would have been anything but picturesque. It was easy to picture Sullivan the distant, stern disciplinarian of the house whose main concern was work and providing actual physical necessities for his family. It was harder to picture him a tender or nurturing man who could provide for a child emotionally.

The fact of the matter was, sometimes a person just didn't have the power to fix everything - or so Lucy believed. She kept the thought to herself . Sullivan had enough on his mind and her added pessimism wasn't going to help. She was touched by his words, however. This was a side of the man she hadn't seen before, a side of him that added another layer of complexity to the man. Lucy had met people in her life who'd wanted to fix things, who wanted to fix her and she'd never hesitated to tell them their efforts were in vain but Sullivan's son was still a kid, a teenager. Maybe there was still hope for him.

"Not terrible - and not the entire time," She murmured. "You must have done something right if the kid doesn't hate you, if he actually said he loves you." She thought about this for a moment, considering how some people had a tendency to be harder on themselves, to cast harsher judgment on themselves than others would on them. She hadn't pegged Sullivan to be one of those people. Maybe she'd been wrong. He was truly concerned and perplexed about the state of his relationship with his son. From her perspective, he'd done more than some parents ever did for their children - he provided for the boy, gave him a place to live and clothed and fed him, he didn't divorce his mother though not for lack of wanting. The list of pros gave his cons a run for their money - granted, Lucy didn't know about the extent of the kid's drug abuse.

At his last comment she couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Groveling? That's probably not what he's looking for." She quirked a brow and cocked her head to the side, running her fingers from across his neck to his jawline, placing her index and middle finger under his chin, she lifted his head, looking him in the eyes. "So what are you going to do?"

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Posted: Mar 15 2012, 12:26 PM


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He honestly didn't like that Emma caused his girlfriend such pain… and didn't get where it came from. They weren't in love, Sullivan and Emma… hadn't been for a long time. Was it her control issues? Did she have some deep-seated urge to always make his life hell, this time through Lucy? He didn't know, but he really didn't approve of how banged up Lucy was. He and the little woman were going to have words, and when they did, he was going to enjoy it. He may not have been the huggy-type, and with Emma, that came in handy. Then again, it's caused its share of problems and he was very aware of that.

Did he regret it? Not with Emma, at least. But when it came to his son? Yes, he was aware and yes, he wanted to fix it. The kid deserved a homelife that was better than something from a goddamned Dickens novel. Being pitted against a parent, back and forth… who did that? His wife, obviously, but he didn't know enough back then to realize it. Now, when things were so messed up, he got it. And he hated it, along with being a little embarrassed by it, when it came to Lucy.

"Yeah, that's what I think too, but I don't know what it was that I even did to make him think something even slightly positive," he told Lucy with a shake of the head and then frowned. He knew that most kids would have walked off that boat without a backwards glance for how he always treated and talked to Conor, but the kid hadn't. He'd hugged him, old him those three words and then walked away. They left him a wreck… he could admit that only to Lucy… anyone else would get the usual bullshit 'cocky smile' pattern. She was starting to scratch the surface of him and he was… a little unsure what she'd think of the man beneath.

He arched a brow, though, for her laugh. "I'm not so sure," he said quietly, but as she stroked along his face, he let his eyes slip to hers and allowed his frown to melt away, simply because she was starting to be somewhat of a source of comfort. He was comforted, really… that made a difference to have someone not kowtow to him. His head tilted up at the urging of her fingers, he blinked. Rubbing his lips together as he thought it over, he paused… and then shrugged. "Not much I can do until he comes back. IF he comes back. Don't know where he even is right now," he reminded her with a shake of the head. "It's bullshit, really… but I have this idea that he's okay, wherever he is. That's not worrying me… and it should. I get that much. Just doesn't hit home. I deserve a fucking medal for my amazing parenting skills."

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At his confusion, Lucy arched a brow, allowing the corners of her lips to curve upwards ever so slightly. It was almost endearing watching Sullivan ponder the mysteries of fatherhood. Almost. She certainly wasn't about to say as much but it did make her wonder what exactly was going on in his son's head. She was only a few years older than Conor when she got in the car accident that would land her in the hospital for months and at the time, she'd pushed her own parents away. Her pride had been wounded and she'd felt like she'd let her parents down somehow though they never hinted to anything like that. They worried about her and their concern only grew as she pushed them away but despite her actions and whatever harsh words she may have said to them, part of her had always wished she'd tried harder to let them in, to actually help her.

Strangely, Lucy related more with the son than the parent in Sullivan's case and though she didn't have the necessary emotional vocabulary to put her thoughts to words, she was glad that the younger Finch had yet to become as stubborn as his father and was attempting to breach the gap between them. Maybe having a relationship with his son would be good for Sullivan in the end.

Turning her gaze back toward the man, she was surprised to see that he actually appeared less stressed. Lucy never claimed to be any sort of calming presence and was typically one to be causing another stress but she had to admit, she did sort of like the effect her presence had on Sullivan.

"Your family always seems to get by somehow." She agreed, the smile on her lips turning sharp. "Like cats, you always land on your feet." Lucy wasn't speaking about Conor or Sullivan now - she was referring to Emma and remembering how the blonde somehow managed to get back up despite repeatedly getting knocked down. The brunette laughed at the man's next comment. "You could write a book - Parenting in the Zombie Apocalypse," she mused cheekily. "The first chapter would be one sentence: Let them figure shit out for themselves."

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Sully couldn't say what it was that made Lucy so important to him. Some would imagine that he'd be thinking below the belt, and that was true somewhat, but he was a man who grew bored with liaisons quickly. That hadn't happened with Lucy, though. No, in fact, when she disappeared off the face of the earth, normally he would have been onto the next woman, the next amusement, the next lay…. but that didn't happen. Instead, when he was frustrated, stressed, annoyed… he thought of her and she calmed him down.

Amazing what one little woman could do to his life. She turned it upside down without even trying, and for that, he was slightly grateful. Then again, he was worried that she would think that there was too much bullshit that was going down in his family and want to scram. Hasn't happened yet… and he had a feeling that it wouldn't either.

Yep, they were two of a kind… too bad that they were both the kinds of people that others were warned about.

He turned his eyes back on Lucy with a slightly less-stressed smile and leaned back, tugging her with him as he relaxed in the chair, legs stretched before him as she settled back against his chest. But it was what she said that got him to laugh a little, one side of his lips turning upwards in a crooked smirk. "Yeah, like a cat, we have nine lives, too, but I'm not gonna test THAT out," he said and then winced at the memory of his stomach injury. It was still healing. Christ, if only he could throw Emma overboard… that would solve SO many problems. "Write a book… with just one sentence: 'stop whining and fix your own shit'. How's that?" he asked his girlfriend with a chuckle, rubbing up and down along her back. "It's kind of how I feel about the whole thing. If Conor comes back… we'll talk. Doubt he will, though."


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