“Yeah, there’s at least one machete around here and if worse comes down to it, I’ve decapitated people with blunt objects before.” This time the smile, though weak, was honest. The more she spoke, the better she felt about the situation. Leo had power and so did she. Even if they died, at least it would be for something. “I’m sure I can get it in the store. I wanted to check in on you first.”
His hand somehow found hers, and he looked up at her with adoration he had not shown to anyone in quite some time. “‘Preciate it, love. Be safe and warn the lad, too, aye? Then…if you could bring a few boxes of pizza? Take m'wallet 'f ye need to.” Leo nodded towards the table, where the worn brown thing lay folded with a bill hanging out. “They did something to me. I don’t recall what–when–anything. They only scratched me once–broke some fingers. Nothing strange…” He shook his head. “No matter."
