[She can't help but feel a surge of something when he talks about his kids. Okay, okay. He's allowed to take them to see that horrible music if it means actually getting to be with them. That's why she did what she did. Right there, and while her smile hides a sharp feeling to her own chest, there's no regret. Not even an ounce of it.]
Did they like it? New York, I mean. [Because please tell her more about it.
The conversation switches to this place again, and she looks down at his arm when she sees the tattoo. Another nod. They're a little further out now, and she hasn't talked a whole lot about... well most of this, keeping it close to her chest.]
Yeah, I'm not immune from it either. [She lifts her red hair behind her ear where her skin has turned a dark purple, spreading down the back of her neck.]
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Did they like it? New York, I mean. [Because please tell her more about it.
The conversation switches to this place again, and she looks down at his arm when she sees the tattoo. Another nod. They're a little further out now, and she hasn't talked a whole lot about... well most of this, keeping it close to her chest.]
Yeah, I'm not immune from it either. [She lifts her red hair behind her ear where her skin has turned a dark purple, spreading down the back of her neck.]