The night they win the election, the days leading up to it when Toby knows they're going to win and almost wants to seek out a cornfield in Kansas to hide in so he doesn't jinx it, that night he sits by himself in the dark chill of a Washington night. He smokes a cigar and talks to the version of his father that lives in his head, that gives sage advice, and never worked for an organization of questionable morality.
He sings praises in his head for what government can do, lets the purity of his belief shine through for a few moments, before retreating back into reality, into the inevitable conclusion of a difficult future. Toby loves very few things - the democratic party on it's best days, even if those days are far behind him; CJ Cregg, on her best days when she's bright and full and his friend; his ex-wife, even when she's right which he'll never admit; the US constitution, always; the New York Yankees, forever and ever amen; and his family, painfully and thoroughly.
He loves this in a different way, the process of choosing, the processing of influencing choice, of giving voice to a nation and taking back what they give.
He sits for a minute, quiet and cold, thick smoke curling up around him and savors it.
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Date: 2008-02-06 08:03 pm (UTC)He sings praises in his head for what government can do, lets the purity of his belief shine through for a few moments, before retreating back into reality, into the inevitable conclusion of a difficult future. Toby loves very few things - the democratic party on it's best days, even if those days are far behind him; CJ Cregg, on her best days when she's bright and full and his friend; his ex-wife, even when she's right which he'll never admit; the US constitution, always; the New York Yankees, forever and ever amen; and his family, painfully and thoroughly.
He loves this in a different way, the process of choosing, the processing of influencing choice, of giving voice to a nation and taking back what they give.
He sits for a minute, quiet and cold, thick smoke curling up around him and savors it.