“𝘽𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜? 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚.” - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐑𝐏 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞

“It’s true.”

Who’s there?

Whack who?

A sigh left him as well, grinning widely. “That . . . was a good time.”

“Whoa, Harley! The hell?”

“I know. I didn’t want to, though.” He pulls her in for a hug. “But it’ll be alright, Harls. Really.”

Damn right he is.

Good to be back. Though he doesn’t wanna do anymore missions.

Good. That’s the last thing he wants.

Keeping her close, he sighs softly as well. “Well it ain’t gonna happen.”

“Yeah, like you’re one to talk.” Smirks mischievously.

Boomer just . . . shrugs. “Not that it’s a bad thing, though.”

Hey, he’s good at robbing banks. But he ain’t a bloody psychopath like Weasel.

Fingers caress her scalp gently as he rests his chin on her head. “I know, Harls . . . I know.”

“I like yours, too. I don’t mind the stares, though.” Smiles back.

“Oh, c’mon. No I don’t! I like the whole ripped jeans, leather jacket thing.” And the Aussie smiles more.

“Ya ain’t botherin’ me, Harls,” Boomer said, shaking his head. His arms squeeze her a bit tighter, and he hums contently. “I wanna stay as long as I can.”

He doesn’t think anybody is, actually.