[A soft bloom of relief opens up in her at the sound of his deadpan response, at his perfect lack of concern. Not angry then, or upset, as she feels she might be had she something so close and personal to share as that, instead of the hard, ugly spaces of the Tomb.]
No fucking kidding. You never said your mother was a knock-out.
[There's the white light of her grin, a teasing arch of a brow. And hey, daddy was in the same ballpark, if you're into tall dark and male. She takes another sip of her whiskey, the bad aches in her slowly easing into the background of her awareness.]
It seemed like you had it pretty good for a while there.
[She says it and sounds almost wistful, makes no mention of what he may have gleaned from her. Not yet.]
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No fucking kidding. You never said your mother was a knock-out.
[There's the white light of her grin, a teasing arch of a brow. And hey, daddy was in the same ballpark, if you're into tall dark and male. She takes another sip of her whiskey, the bad aches in her slowly easing into the background of her awareness.]
It seemed like you had it pretty good for a while there.
[She says it and sounds almost wistful, makes no mention of what he may have gleaned from her. Not yet.]