"I can't lie to your boss about you guys' whereabouts. I'd be considered a traitor to this nation or whatever. And I needed to tell him why I'm making him go to Ella's ballet class and sit there with the horny divorced moms," Klara explained before rolling her eyes at what he said next. "You know, even if Raf doesn't babble; even though Tony is not going to notice however many millions this apartment costs, gone from his bank account, he is definitely going to notice his bambino leaving his nest," she countered with a hum and pressed a kiss to Thora's head. "Shall we go, darlings, or are we going to be standing here like idiots?"
Johnny narrowed his eyes. “Okay, first of all, I didn't ask for a Rafael and horny divorced moms visual at 10 am on a Saturday morning. Also, he’s going to come back with five numbers and at least one shitty banana bread.” He shifted Lovie on his hip and gave Klara a pointed look. “Second, you absolutely could’ve lied. You just didn’t want to. Which is worse. That’s worse." Johnny pulled his hair out of Lovie's grasp, not missing a beat. "And I’m well aware of the fallout, thanks. I’m already planning for the calls. One from Tony, one from Dad, and then an in person follow-up from Tony in the Iron Man suit, threatening death on my boyfriend if he fucks up." Then, with one final eye roll, Johnny pulled Loki up with his free hand. “Let’s go, Your Majesty. Before Klara threatens to drive.” He turned to the door. “Which you're not. I'm not dying between you three in that Barbie death trap."














