It was a rare occasion that the two of them stayed in a city after a heist long enough to see the newspaper headlines, but Ollie still had the clippings from the San Francisco newspaper about the mysterious vanishing priceless statue. Ollie hated that statue. It was one of the few things he didn't miss about their old apartment.
"Two weeks without zombies would be nice, though at the same time going back to having zombies afterward would be tough," he mused. Then he paused when Allie said the J word. He couldn't imagine either of them having a "real job." "I'll pay you a thousand hugs never to say that word again," he joked, repeating an old classic from when they were teens.
He paused. Of course they hadn't had any luck. "Tomorrow, we're plotting a snatch. A good one," he said resolutely. They were just saying that they hadn't worked as well separately. Maybe that, in itself, was the problem. "Maybe we'll go to another safehouse and snag something really valuable. Just to say we have. Weapons or something. Just something…" he added. They both needed it. They both deserved it. And god damn it, they were going to have it, even without their crew behind them.
"At least we don't have to do anymore of those Christmas cards we had to do when we were little," he mused. He missed their parents, of course, but at least he was to the point where he could talk calmly about it now. And he was oddly grateful that they hadn't lived to see the world like it was. "But no, we don't have to dress in red and green. I'll find us some nice Christmas sweaters though."
Ollie laughed at the comment about the contortionist. "Gotta admit, though, Lady Bends-a-Lot is pretty badass," he pointed out. "Not as good as our singing, but infinitely better than Nine-Fingered Eddie…" he chuckled. Poor guy was a much less proficient sniper without his trigger finger, though.
"We did always have the best Christmases. Uncle James may not have been the best Thanksgiving maker but he was damn good with Christmas. The epic Chinese food dinners and carols…" he half-smiled at the memory.
The mention of it always being bad fashion week made Ollie a little disappointed. He'd always considered himself fashionable, as was evidenced by the fact that while everyone else looted crappy stores for clothing for their families, Ollie looted places like Burberry or Nordstrom for himself or Ollie. "Not for us, Als. Not for us. I'll never let it happen."
He shrugged. "I'm not just saying it. I'm grateful for this. I mean it. I deserved a smack in the head and you didn't give it. Maybe it was charity, but it just proves that you're awesome."
Ollie generally tried not to think of how filthy his blankets were. Cleaning clothes wasn't easy anymore, and he did the best he could but they just smelled like blankets that got slept in every night and never washed. There was nothing that could be done. "I'd make a joke about the blankets being red, but I don't want to bleed on them any more than you want me to."
Allie's hug was met with one of equal intensity and he pressed a kiss to the top of his sister's head. "Of course. Pretty sure I'm going to sleep like a rock tonight," he said as he let Allie go and crawled into his sleeping bag.