Private Finished Legends Never Die

Shay grinned. She knew this voice. She knew this accent, in an odd way she wasn't even surprised by the name. Shay laughed and smiled enough to show teeth. "Don't worry; no one is ever gonna hit him upside the head again. I've got a mean swing with a frying pan."

And the thought of hitting Mr. Wright with a frying pan sounded nice to Shay, but just as quickly as it was there, she felt sick at it, remember what Fitz had told her about anger and hatred. It consumed a person and Shay didn't want to be consumed.

"Thanks for the drinks," she told Eurig, but she didn't return to the table immediately. She made small talk and took about five minutes between them to say goodbye. Man, people didn't lie about the Irish and long goodbyes.

When Shay returned to the table, setting the beer in front fo Fitz and sliding in beside him to snuggle against his side and nurse her bottle, Shay asked, "and what nefarious things are you up to over here?"

"If you're working right now I'm going to do terrible things to you later."

"Oh yeah, he told me all the times you were hit in the head and how that affected your ability to be a well-rounded boy." Shay took a drink of the beer and a moment to process the taste. She wasn't a fan of beer, but this one wasn't so bad. It wasn't as bitter as she was used to.

"Drat, I guess you'll be the house husband, and I'll have to drop out of school and get a job then," she said with a grin that slowly melted away to something more somber. "Actually, speaking of that, I have been considering careers lately, what with us officially being married and all."

Shay set her beer on the table with a bit of a sigh and leaned back into the plush booth to look at the ceiling. She liked this place. Too bad she couldn't come here on weekends. "I want... to do something important. I want to make Angelo and my family proud, y'know?"

"Christ, I don't know," Shay said as she rubbed the back of her head. She pushed her beer away with a sigh, crestfallen. She laughed without humor. "I mean I can't be a cop, like Roa. Can't work for the veil," she said lower. She was quiet for awhile.

"Guess I just keep going to school, and when you get your business set up, I can do something with Hereafter... in a more corporate sense.

"Something like that," Shay said thoughtfully. "Like making reaping a government job rather than throwing everyone into the air and hoping they get things done right."

Shay nestled into Fitz's hug, breathing in his scent and trying not to feel so lost. She was on her honeymoon in a place so completely devoid of magic all it was to her was magic (an oxymoron for sure).

"So long as you remember I'm here for you too," she grinned at him a little. "I know I don't always seem as competent as you, but I wouldn't be with you if I couldn't handle all this. I'd be a hell of a lot more terrified if I didn't know what was going on in your life."

Shay was happy to let Fitz lead her off after she had exchanged contact information with Eurig. It might have been weird, but being in contact with the old hat, with the Genevese Don, it was therapeutic to Shay. Suddenly, she was allowed to be fully a part of someone else's life (beyond Theo's).

When the two got to the playground Fitz used to visit as a child Shay made him dance with her in the middle of the open field, arms open to the clear night sky and howls of laughter filling the silence.

When they were both finally out of breath, lying wrapped up in each other and pointing out stars, Shay shared stories with Fitz about her childhood too. The comforting solitude of the library and Theo's presence, before they'd known each other. How Simon how created shadow puppets to tell the two silent stories when night fell and they were scared.

Shay listened to Fitz's stories, head on his chest and feeling the vibrations of his words at his throat. It was soothing, lulling her into near sleep.

When Fitz sat up, Shay moved with him, snapping herself awake again. She rubbed at her eyes, groggy but still comprehending what he was saying. She frowned.

"If you could, would you find them? Meet up with them again?"

Shay watched his face for any change in expression. In the dark, that wasn't easy, but she knew Fitz by feeling along. Understood how his emotions worked even as he sat beside her, face darkened over by his hat and the lack of light.