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The Wolfe’s; the family who willingly took him in even if it was intended to just be for the night, who opened their home to him, who took a chance on a trouble kid and offered him the chance at a viable future. He knew in his bones that if he were to ask, those very same people, the ones he considered as close to a real family as he’d ever get, would help him without question. But he was never meant to pose as any more of a burden then he already was. “Not gonna ask. I can’t.” He shook his head definitively. His past was riddled with black mud and blazing anger and dirty deeds; he was never supposed to be anything more then a common criminal and yet they saved him still. They helped him forge a path to a better life. When he moved into the guest house, the space empty with his sparse belonging, it was with the promise to be better. To be something. His jaw clenched at the mention of surely the two most obvious suspects. Probably some asinine idea of a humorous joke, something for them to cackle about when the thrill of throwing cash at the world got just a little too dull. His fingers pressed against the back of his neck, his dark gaze landing on her willowy frame at those wistful words. A warm silence falls between them, heavy still, even with the thick summer air pushing down all around them. “Yeah. A lot of history. A lot of good things happened in that car.” His voice is weighted, loaded with memories he can barely contain; with months and days of time spent between them, moments that despite time have never been lost.
Nodding her head, she nibbled at her bottom lip, having already foreseen his dilemma. As crazy as it sounded, she wished that it had been her car. It would’ve been easy enough to pass if off like she’d wrecked it, already so used to her mother’s wrath that any chance at upsetting her almost excited her. “I could help, you know,” she stated rather quietly, her voice getting louder as she continued but not loud enough where someone could hear. “I mean, my mother’s new husband doesn’t even look at the credit card bills before he pays them. He would never know. We could take it to go get fixed, charge it on the card, and it’ll be as good as new before anybody sees it. Yeah..” She felt a tinge of pride for coming up with a solution, especially considering the shot or two she’d taken before leaving her room should be hitting her any second. “Better spending it on that than more purses or shoes or clothes I’ll never wear.” She shrugged, a small smile sent his way even though she figured he wouldn’t be so eager to accept her help despite her convincing. Accepting help never seemed to be his thing, but maybe she’d never offered. Always needing something from him for herself. “Just think about it, okay?”
