[ a curt response is about what he was expecting; the comment directed at him wasn't, apparently, and his brow furrows, eyes darting her way just briefly. ]
... Either you're lying, or I should be offended.
[ and he knows when people are lying, so it's not that!! He thinks he looks fine? Maybe it's more obvious than he realizes - that he's all battered and still getting his bearings. He must be losing his touch. Keeping his troubles safely out of his gang's sight has always been one of his strengths, and the others haven't said anything. If Trish can tell - and Trish isn't even in his gang, not really - then it must be bad. Either that, or she's figured out how to read him in a remarkably short period of time. Considering her quick wit, he can't say that would be too surprising.
Of course, he knows the others are worried for him, too, Abbacchio most particularly; Narancia's just happy he's here, and Mista's just not the type for emotional man-to-man chats, but Abbacchio's like a shark to blood when it comes to sensing his troubles. So far, he's had the discretion to not bring it up. Trish is unique in having both enough healthy teenage disrespect to tell him he looks bad to his face and a position that keeps him from taking her to task for it. Because, really, they should have parted ways forever. He feels faintly guilty that she's sitting here in his car. However, the guilt he'd feel leaving her out on the street with a wallet full of dirty mafia cash and no family to speak of would be worse.
Polpo had always told him he was too soft, picking up every hard-eyed stray with a sob story he came across. Some things don't change. ]
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... Either you're lying, or I should be offended.
[ and he knows when people are lying, so it's not that!! He thinks he looks fine? Maybe it's more obvious than he realizes - that he's all battered and still getting his bearings. He must be losing his touch. Keeping his troubles safely out of his gang's sight has always been one of his strengths, and the others haven't said anything. If Trish can tell - and Trish isn't even in his gang, not really - then it must be bad. Either that, or she's figured out how to read him in a remarkably short period of time. Considering her quick wit, he can't say that would be too surprising.
Of course, he knows the others are worried for him, too, Abbacchio most particularly; Narancia's just happy he's here, and Mista's just not the type for emotional man-to-man chats, but Abbacchio's like a shark to blood when it comes to sensing his troubles. So far, he's had the discretion to not bring it up. Trish is unique in having both enough healthy teenage disrespect to tell him he looks bad to his face and a position that keeps him from taking her to task for it. Because, really, they should have parted ways forever. He feels faintly guilty that she's sitting here in his car. However, the guilt he'd feel leaving her out on the street with a wallet full of dirty mafia cash and no family to speak of would be worse.
Polpo had always told him he was too soft, picking up every hard-eyed stray with a sob story he came across. Some things don't change. ]