Do you think so? The problem with going straight from the work dorms to Jack's house is that I have *no idea* what rent is like in this world--and my basis for comparison is *California*, where 2k/month for a two-bedroom is not unreasonable in a big city.
But then, this *is* a near utopia, what with the universal health care and even the criminal gangs giving out vision and dental (and I really need to make an appointment for new lenses when I get back to town--these are six years out of date!)
With Charley... I really don't blame her? She was the only person to realize just how *unnaturally wrong* my replacement was, when everyone else assumed I'd just... had some sort of psychotic break, I guess. So I'm sure that finding out that Pod Steven had really been a fake version of me, then having to confront that the real version of me wasn't the brother she remembered... I know it was hard for her.
So I really don't blame her for being much more comfortable with the younger me, who may have already grown a beard, but... well, hadn't done nearly as much as I've done in her absence. Who certainly had never fired a *gun*.
Charley, unfortunately, died by being shot on the orders of the Prince of New York--that is, the head vampire of that city--and it was very difficult for her to come to terms with the fact that in the last five years not only had I bought a gun and learned how to use it, but that I have, in fact, killed people with it. Which I completely and utterly don't blame her for, Carly, because yes, those were at the behest of the Autumn Monarch and as sanctioned as any extra-legal executions on behalf of local supernatural rulers can be--but that's the *problem*.
(Honestly, it's a miracle we've been able to restore our relationship as much as we have in a year.)
as a fellow glasses wearer he trusts you understand
But then, this *is* a near utopia, what with the universal health care and even the criminal gangs giving out vision and dental (and I really need to make an appointment for new lenses when I get back to town--these are six years out of date!)
With Charley... I really don't blame her? She was the only person to realize just how *unnaturally wrong* my replacement was, when everyone else assumed I'd just... had some sort of psychotic break, I guess. So I'm sure that finding out that Pod Steven had really been a fake version of me, then having to confront that the real version of me wasn't the brother she remembered... I know it was hard for her.
So I really don't blame her for being much more comfortable with the younger me, who may have already grown a beard, but... well, hadn't done nearly as much as I've done in her absence. Who certainly had never fired a *gun*.
Charley, unfortunately, died by being shot on the orders of the Prince of New York--that is, the head vampire of that city--and it was very difficult for her to come to terms with the fact that in the last five years not only had I bought a gun and learned how to use it, but that I have, in fact, killed people with it. Which I completely and utterly don't blame her for, Carly, because yes, those were at the behest of the Autumn Monarch and as sanctioned as any extra-legal executions on behalf of local supernatural rulers can be--but that's the *problem*.
(Honestly, it's a miracle we've been able to restore our relationship as much as we have in a year.)