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[diabollockal]

"That'd be great, thanks. You don't 'ave a dog yourself, do yeh?" he asks, while Marty gathers the stuff.

[all_hart]

"Not here, no," he says, packing everything up, "we did when my girls were little. I wanted one when I was on my own, but I was gone too much."

[diabollockal]

"Yeah, that's a problem when you're gone alot." Says the man who just spent the last week in Zero.

[all_hart]

"Have you hand him long?" He hands the bag to Billy.

[diabollockal]

"Since 'e was a pup, yeah. How old are your kids?" he asks as he takes the bag.

[all_hart]

"In their early 20s, both of them." He realizes with a guilty jolt that he's no longer sure of their exact ages.

[diabollockal]

"So, all grown up then. Never 'ad any kids myself," he admits.

[all_hart]

"Yeah, all grown up and out on their own," he says, "it's... I love them, but I'm barely in their lives. Even before I came here."

[diabollockal]

"Get yourself a dog," Billy suggests as he turns to leave. "It 'elps with filling in the empty spaces."

[all_hart]

"Yeah, I'll just go out to a pet store and pick one up," he says, "it's a good idea, but kind of impractical."

[diabollockal]

"You probably could if you asked Iris to take you. She comes and goes as she pleases, I've 'eard. Or ask the bloody admiral for one, or pick one up in the next port. Lots of options, bruv."

[all_hart]

"I'll put it on my list."