Work is the curse of the drinking classes

[iamresponding]

Who| Closed to Rich and Hal
What| The two get a very much-needed beer after "In Brightest Day"
Where| A dive bar on Earth
When| After In Brightest Day, before Tinker, Tailor, Hero, Spy
Warnings/Notes| N/A

At some point, Rich planned on getting a post-fight beer with Vance and some of the others, too, but he and Hal had something in common after this recent mission with the Lanterns: getting completely dickpunched by their proteges getting righteously screwed over.

And between Rich getting his face burned off and Hal having to resist brainwashing, they hadn't gotten through unscathed either. Rich's face was finally healed up and only a little worse for wear -- the skin-regenerating tech had messed up his old scar a bit and made it more noticeable, but other than that, his ugly mug was back to what it used to be.

It still had sucked.

So, a beer. Just the two of them.

"So," Rich said slowly, as the bartender passed him his Silverale. "That was a thing."

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[iamresponding]

Hal explaining it with words was probably asking too much. But Rich tried to get him to explain anyway.

"Why? Why are you holding on so tight to that whole thing? It's healthier to just...let it go. He's just another perp. Just another psycho who chose to take a wrong turn and doesn't care enough about anyone else -- yourself included -- to turn back."

He frowned, thinking about his own friends. He thought about Gamora, killing a bunch of people he'd ordered her to interrogate just for the hell of it. He thought about all the times she'd been violent towards him. Maybe it wasn't entirely her fault, thanks to the Phalanx, but that didn't mean their usual rapport was all that healthy, either.

So, as much as it killed him, as much as he'd loved her, he'd let her go. Because maybe he didn't think the most of himself but he still knew he'd deserved better. He'd wanted more out of life.

"What is it you're looking for from him, that you want from him, that's worth more than what good people could put in your life? Because it is worth more. You're still looking to him for what could be when he hurt an innocent kid and almost took something you already had -- something better."

Rich didn't know Dipper that well but the kid obviously cared about Hal. Looked up to him and admired him. Liked him even though he sometimes clearly thought he was a little ridiculous.

Any kind of real affection and caring from Hal's real friends was worth more than anything that psycho was capable of.

"And if you really are looking for something there -- why do you seem to think he's the only one you can get it from?"

That was how these things worked, right? People just needed to hold on, think someone would change, because they felt like they couldn't do better, or get something better elsewhere.

[ringslinging]

"It's not like that, it's just..." He made a vague handwaving gesture, like he was trying to pull words out of midair, that just turned into an order for another drink halfway through.

"We went through a lot, before he went off the deep end. And I know how good he could be. I can't just give up."

[iamresponding]

"If he's capable of all this, the person you thought he was never really existed, Hal. That means that was just what he looked like, not what he was."

An image. A lot of people projected an image of decency.

"And it's not your damn job to save him from himself. It's his job. His responsibility. And it's not going to happen. He doesn't deserve you bending over backwards trying to get him to stop."

You're too good for him, Hal.

[ringslinging]

"Maybe not."

The next drink arrived. Half of it was immediately demolished.

Maybe was about the most Hal was committing to, at least tonight.