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Poison isn't sure if he's hung over or what, but he spent half the morning after the Pride events feeling kind of groggy and a little dazed. After finally untangling himself from Jack he stumbles into the bathroom. He emerges again in a pair of his pajama pants - beige with black bears on them - and t-shirt that's too big for him. Probably Jack's. He's pretty sure he still has glitter in his hair despite his shower.

He makes a little noise, kind of pitiful, and then realizes he hasn't seen Sunny since yesterday. He goes to knock - gently - on her bedroom door.

"Sunny Girl, you here?"

He tries not to be too loud - he thinks it's only fair that he let Jack sleep.

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"Nothing is too anything for you, my dear girl. Besides, believe it or not, you can look pretty soft and sweet yourself." He smiles and playfully pinches her nose.

She rolls her eyes and swats at him.

"I pointed you out to him at Pride."

"Yeah? Did I freak him out?" He's a little worried, because he'd been in rare form at Pride. And a little high for part of it, and definitely drunk for other parts.

"No," says Girl, shaking her head. "He took the flippy little skirt pretty well in stride. And he says he won't be a dick unless you're a dick to him first." She huffs a laugh. "I warned him that that can be kind of touch and go."

Poison rolls his eyes. "That is not a challenge he wants to lay down. But I promise I'll... try to be good." He has a bad habit of calling out shit but hopefully this Carson guy won't do anything to warrant it. If Sunny likes him, he has to be good. "And I'll try to look more uhm-- I'll wear not femme stuff."

"Maybe just not the first time you meet him?" she asks, smiling up at him. "I don't want him to think my dad is prettier than I am, do I?"

He laughs and rolls his eyes. "I don't think even I could manage that, Sunny Girl. You turned out as beautiful as your mom, and everyone was a little in love with her."

She loves it when he talks about her mom like that. She smiles at him.

"Even you?"

"Especially me. I would've followed her anywhere." He smiles. "She made me believe we had hope."

"I wish I remembered her," she says. "I can't even picture her."

"Hey, lemme show you something." He gently eases out from under Sunny to go to the drafting table. Yes, it's technically Jack's, but he uses it a lot too. He picks up his sketchbook and comes back. He flips through a few pages as he sits down, then hands it over to Girl.

It's a page full of her mother's face with different expressions.

"That's your mom."

The tears are sudden and immediate. A sob escapes her mouth. Staring at the page, she can see the likeness - she recognises her own features in the woman's face. Their hair is the same texture. Their eyes are the same colour.

"You did love her, didn't you?" she says, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Just a bit."

"Wasn't lying," he says with a gentle smile. He reaches to wipe Sunny's tears away. "Especially when I said you look so much like her, Sunny Girl. I know she'd be so proud of you. Of everything you are and everything you've done."

He kisses Girl's hair.

She stays curled up against him for a moment, studying a painting of her mom smiling. She traces the twists of her hair with the tip of of her finger. Grace. She knows her name was Grace.

"What was she like?"

"Amazing. She was so brave. Kinda short." He laughs. "When I first met her I was like, this is it. This is totally a person I would die for. I believed in everything she told me. She had so much conviction, but she was also like... really practical."

"Did you get to spend a lot of time with her?" she asks, hungry for any details she could get. "Or was she like...too much your boss for that?"

"I saw her enough," he says. "I mean, she wasn't like, insanely older than all of us, y'know?" In her 20s. Maybe like, twenty six? I'm not sure, I never asked. Enough older that she sometimes mom'd us."

She laughs at that. She kind of likes the idea of it. She leans her head against his shoulder.

"Momed you how?"

"Made sure we were taking care of ourselves, y'know? She made sure we weren't being too risky, that we weren't being idiots."

"Something tells me you probably managed to be idiots anyway," she says. "At least some of the time."

"All the time," Poison laughs. Then he shrugs. "She kept us all alive. And when it was obvious the war was over and we'd become a-- a sort of resistance? She reminded us what we were fighting for."

"And then she got herself captured?" says Girl, idly playing with the seam at his knee. "What happened?"

Poison frowns at the way she words it. "She didn't get herself anything. She did everything right, it just all went to shit. She was trying to keep people alive, and they got her."

He flares up a little, protective and bright, and Girl feels a little chastened but she also loves him, bright and fierce, like fireworks.

"I'm glad you came and got me," she says.

Poison smiles. "We'd never have left you behind, baby girl. We had no idea at first, but... of course we found out. And when we found out we had to get you. We had no idea what we were doing, but we couldn't let you grow up not knowing how to feel."