The docks. Sure. Docks sounded good. The ocean sounded even better, but Erskine wasn't going to be able to afford that taxi ride, so he regretfully let that idea pass by. The docks would have to do.
'Bad comedian' almost immediately made him think of Raphael, and Erskine grinned. He knew the type. Any child who grew up to be anything like the third-oldest Archangel would certainly be a sight to behold. It was strange; he'd never thought of Micah being a father before. Not because the man wouldn't make a great father - he would - but more because he was much too young. He'd never talked about a wife, and before this, he'd never talked about having kids, either.
It was at the mention of the fourth brother that Erskine frowned out the window. Grown children? Why did he talk about four adults like they were still kids? Actually, no, never mind that, he definitely wasn't old enough to have grown-up kids. Adoption? Or...?
When Erskine spun in his seat to stare at Micah, he was greeted by an expression Dexter occasionally wore. A gentle sort of teasing, with a mixture of other things thrown in, a glint in the eye and a quirk in the brow. But on Micah, it was something more. It was knowing. It was so purely disorienting that Erskine could almost feel his mind jerking against the constraints of his skull.
He heard his voice as if it was coming at him from underwater. "No."
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'Bad comedian' almost immediately made him think of Raphael, and Erskine grinned. He knew the type. Any child who grew up to be anything like the third-oldest Archangel would certainly be a sight to behold. It was strange; he'd never thought of Micah being a father before. Not because the man wouldn't make a great father - he would - but more because he was much too young. He'd never talked about a wife, and before this, he'd never talked about having kids, either.
It was at the mention of the fourth brother that Erskine frowned out the window. Grown children? Why did he talk about four adults like they were still kids? Actually, no, never mind that, he definitely wasn't old enough to have grown-up kids. Adoption? Or...?
When Erskine spun in his seat to stare at Micah, he was greeted by an expression Dexter occasionally wore. A gentle sort of teasing, with a mixture of other things thrown in, a glint in the eye and a quirk in the brow. But on Micah, it was something more. It was knowing. It was so purely disorienting that Erskine could almost feel his mind jerking against the constraints of his skull.
He heard his voice as if it was coming at him from underwater. "No."