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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]

...thank you, Uncle David.

[Not just for second breakfast with her. Not just for holding her when she was panicked.

For coming inside and sitting with her, despite it being against his nature. For being her uncle even when it wasn't easy.]

[spysinspades]

[A smile for her, and a squeeze of her hand as he guides them over to the nearest diner. No need to dignify that with a response, hm?]

How's you brat of a brother?

[lowtohigh]

Ignoring me to see France. Or his girlfriend. I'm not certain. [But, you know. It meant he wasn't here to make her feel guilty about not wanting to keep fighting. And meant, of course, more time with her own significant other.] Shall I chide him for neglecting you next time he calls home?

[spysinspades]

If you'd be so kind, my dear.

[He holds the door for her, stepping back slightly. Manners, even in the midst of filth. He was amused by the irony sometimes as well.

He just wouldn't tell anyone that holding doors for others was his way of gathering courage to go inside.]

Or just pass along hellos. And I might have something of use.

[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.]