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It had taken a moment for him to realize that the feeling was not his own. Eyebrows drew together, dark eyes glancing away from the paper in front of him to the other. “Are you okay?” Chandler shifted to straighten in his seat in order to look like he was at full attention.

“¿puedes hacer el favor de no consentir más a tu sobrina? no quiero que sea una yo 2.0″

lo que quieras, cuando quieras.

rodó sus ojos molesta ante las palabras de su hermano menor. “no estoy tomando el lugar de nadie, solo escuché las dos partes y una me pareció más razonable que la otra.” le cargaba tener que tomar lugares y más después de lo que paso con sus padres. “¿no hay alguna forma de arreglarlo, sin armar problemas?” preguntó seria. 

   ‘ah, vamos... no te pongas en vergonzoso ahora, sinclair’ provoca con pequeño codazo a las costillas. ‘somos familia, ¿no? en las familias no hay secretos — salvo en la mía, al parecer’

“All I’m saying is that I’d let Superman raw me-” It was not the sort of thing that most people would randomly say to their friend. Stretched out across the couch, hanging upside down over the edge, Parrish seemed to be mostly paying attention to the movie playing on the TV. “Not even Henry- Just Superman.”

Chin held in the palm of her hand, Bowie could not help the tiny and amused smile that curled at the corner of her lips as she watched them. “You’re a mess,” she chimed softly. More or less failing at keeping the amusement out of her voice.