[Tough as a pack of nails, though their tender underbellies are never fully disguised. Make no mistake: they're nobody's kids. Peter Pan and the Lost Boys cavorting about a Neverland that didn't throw them the childish concessions J. M. Barrie's edition would. But they were lost, and neither they nor the grown folk around them were sure how to set things right.
Red, too. He'd seen what she'd been through. He knows it's not the full picture, but her mettle has been proven for good. The scars of it live on in her reticence, her temper, her resolve.
Boxer leaves off on an ominous note. It's a cute hobby of his, shady fuck that he is.]
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You bet.
[Tough as a pack of nails, though their tender underbellies are never fully disguised. Make no mistake: they're nobody's kids. Peter Pan and the Lost Boys cavorting about a Neverland that didn't throw them the childish concessions J. M. Barrie's edition would. But they were lost, and neither they nor the grown folk around them were sure how to set things right.
Red, too. He'd seen what she'd been through. He knows it's not the full picture, but her mettle has been proven for good. The scars of it live on in her reticence, her temper, her resolve.
Boxer leaves off on an ominous note. It's a cute hobby of his, shady fuck that he is.]
Almost?