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“Very vaguely cult like, for sure.” Aidan sighs dramatically, surveying the crowd again — he can’t speak, he would be going just as crazy if it was an artist he likes, but he reserves the right to act dramatic. He’s quick to brush off the concern. “Yeah, fine — it’s just no fun being poked in a bruise, ‘s all.” It’s definitely more than a bruise, but you’ll pry the information of just HOW injured he is out of his cold dead hands.
Austin chuckles at the dramatics before he nods in understanding. “Bruises are’t fun in general,” he agrees without hesitation. He glances back at the crowd of people who are dancing and singing along then motions for Aidan to follow him. “So we can put a little distance between you and the pack of bruise pokers,” he explains. “And I hope it heals soon, that you’re taking it easy.” Bruises might be minor injuries in comparison to other common scrapes in the spy world yet Austin’s a dad friend through and through.












