[With quiet pattering, Angel crosses the desk and hops onto his lap, burrowing up against Joker’s shirt. Carefully, he wraps his arm around her, not wanting to break the silence again. Yet what he wants, in his view, has never particularly mattered.]
So… That’s what I mean when I say some things show up here. People who could show up here.
...I never wanted ta do those kinda things, but they got done anyway, and I'm not expectin' anyone ta be understandin'.
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[With quiet pattering, Angel crosses the desk and hops onto his lap, burrowing up against Joker’s shirt. Carefully, he wraps his arm around her, not wanting to break the silence again. Yet what he wants, in his view, has never particularly mattered.]
So… That’s what I mean when I say some things show up here. People who could show up here.
...I never wanted ta do those kinda things, but they got done anyway, and I'm not expectin' anyone ta be understandin'.