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Party? [She scrubbing furiously at her cheeks, she's doesn't want to run at him crying. The trembling lip is going to give it away anyway.]

Where have you been? [She's trying to sound annoyed, huff and puff her way through the sass and jokes. It's not working.] Way past fashionably late. Ain't nice makin' us wait like that.

Fuck. C'mere, bit. C'mere. Lemme look at'choo.

[ It's been so long since he's seen her. TOO long, and he's so sick of it. And of course there's this sickly, sour feeling creeping up the back of his throat when he lands his eyes on her again, but it's only in this place that he can talk to her again.

Selfish, angry prick as he can be, this is just not something he takes lightly. ]

Just-- c'mere.

[She doesn't need to be told twice. She runs at him, wrapping skinny arms around every place she can reach and squeezing at tight to him as she can. She's still trying vainly to hold back from crying; she's been doing enough of that these past few days and she wants this rare chance at seeing him to stay a good memory.]

You okay, right Party? [She presses a hand up at his neck, where the blaster had been before she'd shut her eyes.] Peachy, right?

[ He holds her tight, one hand cupping the back of her head. He's never as gentle as he is with her. Or was. Depende where you're standing.

At the touch of his neck, he flinches and grabs her hand, pulling her into a hug again.
Don't talk about it. Don't think about it. They had something to do and they did it.

That's all that matters. ]

Yea'. Yea', chrome shiny. [ His hand, again, cupping her head. ]

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[When he pulls her hand away, she wonders for a second if he's going to get mad, if she's made a misstep when she's finally gotten him back. She sighs, ragged and relieved when he pulls her back in, and presses her face into his shirt.]

Good. [Her voice is muffled but she's not making any move to put any distance between them.] I missed ya, P. City's too big without my boys.

[ He pets the back of her head, closing his eyes for a second. Shit - it's times like these that remind him of how little she is. ]

Miss ya too, kid.

[ Staying like that for a long time, he eventually pulls back, putting his hands on his shoulders. And, at first, he doesn't say anything - he's never been good with the touchy feely things, specially not something that's fucked them all up as bad as this did.

But he has to say something. He has to. ]

Hey, listen real close t' me, okay? You remember what I told you?

[She sighs, she doesn't want to move. Not yet. She'd like to pretend a little longer that things are golden and that she's not going to forget this back in the city. That's not going to go back and still feel like shit never stopped hitting the fan.]

You tell me a lot of things. [She taps her temple.] I keep 'em all.

I know.[ He doesn't smile, not much, so it's easy to tell that it's not a very genuine one when he does it this time. ]

B'fore the red line. Before you got out. Do you remember?

[ The smile fades away quickly, and his look is serious, as serious as the faint squeeze of his hands on her shoulders. ]

[She doesn't like that look, and she drops her gaze to her shoes. She shuffles in the dirt, trying to keep her shoulders from tensing under his grip.]

Run.

[ ...he relaxes his hands, and gently nudges her chin up. ]

Keep running. Don't you stop. Okay?

[ Party, you're just messing her up without realizing it. ]

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[Her jaw's tense and the smile she pulls is fake. She nods again. The running is getting harder; she's not sure how much longer she'll go before she has to take the load off, catch her breath. Make her chest stop hurting. But if he asks, she'll do it.

She'd always hated the idea of disappointing him.]

I ain't, I won't. I promise.

[ They both know the smiles are fake. They both know this isn't really a happy reunion. They both know they're ignoring several elephants in the room, but it doesn't matter. He wants to know she can take care of herself. He wants to know she'll be okay, and that their failings aren't hers. He wants to make sure that it was all worth it - the running, the fighting, going through all of this, putting her through all of this.

And he knows she can do it.

She could never disappoint him. ]

Good. Now, c'mere again, I ain't done with you. [ And, with that, he pulls her over again - but tricks her into getting noogied on her little head. ]

[It feels like a challenge to look him in the eye, to keep all the things trying to burst out of her skin on lock down. Keep in the apology that's souring on her tongue, bite down the questions. She'd been the one to get caught, everything that came after was on her shoulders. There was a lot there to say.

She glad for the distraction when he pulls her in, glad that the giggle doesn't sound nearly so forced. She shakes her head, trying, but barely, to get away.]

No, hey! Don't go messin' with the fro. Got a look goin' here.

[ He never liked long words, he never liked apologies. He's got so many of his own, pushed down deep inside somewhere where they fester and rot, but he rather leave them there.

Right now, he just wants to try and make the kid laugh a little. ]

S' the only fro I can mess with. Sorry, kid, them's the breaks.

[There's a little pang in her heart at the words. Because what's that supposed to mean? Jet's not around at whatever fucked up version of the afterlife they got stuck in? But she doesn't react, just snorts and tries to wrestle from his grip.

Just like old times.]

Grow your own, P. Don't got get all envy-green just cause I'm the pretty one.

[ Honestly, the reason for it is not that depressing. It's just that Jet will literally flip him over if Party even attempts to mess with his fro.

He lets her go, mouth open in a fake, exaggerated expression of true offense. ]

'Scuse you, 've ALWAYS been the pretty one.

[And the laughter now is about as genuine as it gets.]

Dirty, nasty lies. Keep trying to sell yourself that noise. We both know what's real.

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I'm sorry, I just had to poke fun

Totally fine!

Re: Totally fine!

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