“Yes, it do–” he starts but is cut off by the mayor, the squeal of the megaphone starting up making Marty wince horribly. He was still not used to Dewey’s random (or not random) abrasive announcements. “He has such a way with words…He’s gonna make his son very happy.” His tone was…only half sarcastic. The promoter excitedly pulled Lars in close, their cheeks pressed together. Marty’s skin was tingling with happiness. His hand rubbing the boy’s hair.
“Think he uses the megaphone around the house?” He queries. There’s humor in his voice but the inquiry is genuine. He imagined that the heavy involvement of a megaphone in a child’s upbringing had the potential to cultivate someone with Buck’s peculiar personality. That and Mayor Dewey was a spectacular idiot, he wouldn’t put it past him to enact such an unusual practice. The warmth of his cheeks is transferred to Marty’s cool skin as they entwine. He allows himself to glance at the hype man for just a moment before turning his gaze skyward. They /were/ there to see the fireworks, after all, he could afford them some of his attention. “This is nice...” He whispers, voice falling beneath a layer of heavy crackles and blasts as pops of color began to explode across the inky canvas above them.