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[trenchknives]

[Jimmy's walking down the street near the fountain, uncharacteristically bright smile on his face. It's obvious he doesn't know he's recording this, since he's not at all paying attention to the camera. His pace speeds up a little as he heads towards the fountain, the tone in his voice full of amusement as he calls out.]

Hey, Tommy, c'mon, I'm not gonna chase you!

[That is, however, exactly what he starts doing. There's a little kid running in front of him, a boy of about four, who seems completely unconcerned with the fact that he's in a new and unusual place. He's running, giggling, holding onto a bag of candy, and Jimmy's following behind him as closely as he can.]

All right, all right, slow down! You're too fast for your dad, kiddo.

[The little boy sits down on the edge of the fountain and pops a piece of taffy into his mouth. Eventually, Jimmy sits down beside him, brushing the little boy's hair out of his eyes. The little boy looks up at him, looking serious for a moment, and asks "Where's mommy?"]

Well, y'know...

[Jimmy pauses for a minute, slightly uncomfortable, and then grins down at the kid.]

We're on a little vacation, just you 'n me, okay? Just the guys. Mommy's at home, workin' on her paintin', and y'know she can't get anythin' done when we're havin' this much fun.

[He ruffles Tommy's hair, then immediately realizes his device is on, and switches it off with a bit of a sheepish smile.]

[[OOC: Jimmy's son is here for the fourth wall, and you can run into Jimmy and Tommy around the fountain, or anywhere else in town, really!]]

Comments

[trenchknives]

My mother? I'd think it'd be Angela that'd get upset.

[Of course, he doesn't know, he can't know, all the circumstances that have led to his mother having such a large part in Richard and Tommy's life in the time they're from. As far as he knows, it's still him, and Angela, and Tommy, and Richard's a good friend.]

[tin_soldier]

Yes. Of course.

[It hurts him to hear her name so casually after so long, but he doesn't change his expression at all, not sure if he has the right to tell him, when he clearly doesn't know or remember himself. It must be nice, to have that happiness and security in a wife and child, even if you fooled around like Jimmy did, or ended up here where he was separated from them for so long again.]

[trenchknives]

Can I ask...

[He almost doesn't want to, but he feels inclined to anyway.]

What year is it, for you?

[tin_soldier]

Nineteen. [He stops, weighs it up. It would be so easy to lie, to pretend for him. But he respects him too much, even if it would cause him grief.] Twenty-three.

[trenchknives]

Oh.

[There's a lot of questions he wants to ask, but he doesn't know how to ask them, or if he really wants the answers.]

Last time I checked, it was 1920.

[tin_soldier]

Mmm. [That unease is back, lodging in the pit of his stomach and refusing to budge.] A lot happened since then.

[trenchknives]

Anythin' I should know about?

[tin_soldier]

[He doesn't say anything for a moment. He really wants to avoid the subject if possible; no one should know too much about their own fate. But if Jimmy presses him, he won't lie.] You should just enjoy your time with Tommy.

[trenchknives]

And with you, right? I mean, you're stuck here, too.

[He's missed Richard. He won't say it, of course, but he has.]

[tin_soldier]

[The corner of his mouth lifts into a smile, although it's always hard to tell, with the other half of his face so void of expression.

He can't bring himself to say how much he's missed Jimmy, either.]

It will be good to spend some time with you.

[trenchknives]

Somethin' you wanna do in particular? It ain't exactly Atlantic City, but there's plenty to entertain us.

[And to entertain Tommy, although Tommy seems pretty enthralled just with the candy he's eating.]

[tin_soldier]

[Richard turns his gaze back towards Tommy.]

He likes the sideshows at the fairground. And the beach.

[He's happy to do anything, personally, as long as he can spend time around them.]

[trenchknives]

You wanna go to the beach, Tommy?

[Tommy nods enthusiastically, halfway through opening up another piece of taffy.]

Okay. We'll go to the beach. It'll be just like back home.