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Edward sits on the border of the coach, following Data instinctively.

"Well, yes, but It can be the beginning of something great! Maybe we will get rid of some of the true evil in this city! And happiness is contagious!" If he's resorting to this kind of argument, that's because he's too far gone on the idea and there isn't any reasoning to be done.

Ref. This and This

Edward looks at the picture. Stares. It takes a long minute for him to do anything. He slides the picture back to Data.

"I don't know this rat."

Oblivious to parents etiquette and sure that family were more important than anything anyway, Eddie gives Data his whole attention. "Of course." He doesn't really excuse himself, but pulls Elliot with him to a more secluded space, where he can give the younger attention.

He fixes the cuff and looks at Elliot, proud. "You look very pretty." Then, he tilts his head. There's something... Not right. Edward can't tell what it is.

Holding Elliot's face in place, he stares at the younger for some long instants, even if it doesn't exactly give him any clues.

"Is anything wrong?" He leans in, as if staring closer will help him see through Data's brain. "Are you having fun, Elliot?" He blinks, and whispers. "Dick?"

“You didn’t ruin anything, Data, shh.” Echo made a dismissal wave with her hand and dragged over a weighted blanket. Taking a careful seat next to him with it, leaning as much skin as she could onto him without just sitting on top of him.

Query had taken the honor of making drinks, giving Echo her tea after she was settled before taking a seat next to them both on the floor. 

"Precisely. Good to see you're taking the job seriously. I like it that way."