Beth

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Dammit, this was exactly what he didn’t want to do. Worry her even more. Though, what was he going to do? Anything more now and he’d probably cause some sort of suspicion. Because, yes, she was right. There was something weighing on his mind. 

Now, will he say what it was? He wouldn’t know until the time came. 

“Y-Yeah, that sounds good.” 

When he made his way to the couch, he did so with ease. Luckily, but he tried to keep his composure. To hide how drunk he was. Only for her to feel at ease. 

With a sigh and rubbing at his face, he asked. “About what?” 

The worst possible conclusions came to mind. Everything swirled around and he felt unable to control the situation. To control any of how he felt or how he let himself be perceived. It killed him. Though, whatever the talk would be about — he knew he would have to accept it. That was the least he could do. 

    Quietly she came to sit by her father, dark eyes searching his face in silence until looking away and frowning. H was drunk off his ass again, she could tell. Normally she wouldn’t even bother with him in such a state. Not like he’d listen to her in any of his binges but she couldn’t afford to wait till he was somewhat sober again to try to talk to him about this. This was a problem, one they couldn’t just ignore all over again. 

“About this dad. What the hell is going on with you? Actually...a lot, but more so than normal. Is this because of the other me or something? Do you ave a problem wit us....is this our fault? Mine?” She asked quietly. “You haven’t left the lab in days sometimes and Morty tells me you two hardly go on any adventures....so what is it? Why can’t you just talk to me?”

Oh boy. What a question to ask.

One he doesn’t really want to answer, either. Was there even a word for ‘Yes, but I also had quite a life when I was out of yours?’. Yes but no?

“Wh-wh--why do you ask that, Sweetie? Something come up?”

    “I just...I wanted to know. The truth I mean.” Beth murmured quietly, looking away from her father to stare at one of her old drawings she had found in the closet.

“I...was no older than maybe seven when I drew this...I always left a blank space in my drawings for you. I’d always say I’d draw you in when you came home...but you never did. I just wished maybe...you‘d come back. You did.” Too late though the damage was well and thoroughly done.

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Rick stumbled out of the garage. Drunk as usual. Even more himself than usual. All because one thing weighed on him the most. Yet, with this much amount of alcohol in his system, he forgot what it was that made him drink in the first place. 

“Yeah, sweety, sorry — I’ve been,” He paused to burp. “Been working on shit in the garage, important stuff.” 

That’s all he was able to bring himself to say really. Having a conversation with his own daughter, one that was a simple check-up on one’s well-being, felt awkward for him. Though, saying nothing would only worry her and he didn’t want that for her. 

“Is there still some dinner left? I could eat, if it isn’t too late.” 

   “...Dad, are you sure you’re okay?” 

 The blonde blinked, cocking her head slightly to the side as she watched him in is drunken stupor. Why did this feel more off than normal? She vaguely wondered if this was her fault... “Listen if this is because what we said I-...” 

She stopped herself when he mentioned dinner...right. “Um, Yeah. Yes. Morty thought it best just to leave it in the microwave till you felt like coming out. I can bring it to you if you’d like? You should go rest on the couch dad, seriously.”

“Dad...?” 

Beth called out quietly as she entered his lab. It had been a few days now and oddly enough they have been some of the most quiet and peaceful days since her father first came back into her life. After sending her counterpart back on her way back into space, she thought she’d hear more from the old man but-....he’d been more quiet than she had ever seen him be. Hell this was scarier than him being sober for longer than a day.