[Heather's been cowed by people far crueler than Blake, and his surly cop bluster pales in comparison. So she props her chin on her fist and stares up at him dully.]
You know I'm not a teenager.
But thanks, yeah, I think I'll stick around.
[She reaches out an arm to lay a hand between Steve's ears, reassuringly. She's got you, girl.]
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You know I'm not a teenager.
But thanks, yeah, I think I'll stick around.
[She reaches out an arm to lay a hand between Steve's ears, reassuringly. She's got you, girl.]