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[spysinspades]

[He leaned his chin on one hand, lounging against the dirty wall of the alley like a king on a gilt throne.]

You'd think that, wouldn't you?

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[lowtohigh]

[Does the fact her hand will stay reaching for his once she's inside help or hinder?]

Something of use? To him running around like an idiot?

[spysinspades]

You know boys.

[The hand is a little bit of both, honestly. Ties keeping him where he should be - chains forcing him in place. All about context, he supposes.]

Always getting into trouble.

[lowtohigh]

Some more than others. [Darren more than others, really.

But, as girls went-- Eileen more than others as well, so.]

I'm certain he'll appreciate it.

[spysinspades]

[Another non-committal hum, and he slides into the bench.

No trepidation here, nope nope nope.]

Yes, well. Such things run in the family.

[lowtohigh]

[Her fingers have to tighten before she lets go, slides into the opposite side of the booth.]

Lots of things run in the family.

[Like sacrificing oneself for the greater good.

If Darren had plans to do that any time soon, she didn't know what she'd do.]

[spysinspades]

We'll try to keep the worst of our genetics in check, hm?

[And they'd watch each other for those they couldn't wouldn't they.]