"Fuck shite and vomit, I'd be out the door before the little terror was even born," Terrence said, laughing himself nearly breathless. "You ever been around a pregnant woman? They're fucking terrifying."
God, he'd had nightmares for a while even after his mother had given birth to Amelia. There was a reason he'd made a point to raise her himself, after all. Not only did he dislike her parents, but he didn't trust his mother not to eat his baby sister alive.
When he paused to breathe, he stuck his hand out from under his cloak to look at his watch. Time had gone by, there were only fifteen minutes before the explosion was supposed to happen. Terrence was very much looking forward to it.
But then he was laughing again at the comment. "Are you worried about my conscience?" he asked, endlessly amused. "What other people call terrorism, I call entertainment. Don't worry, I'll be able to sleep at night. Even if you end up staying with me for a while."
He shrugged under his cloak, though he knew Anthony couldn't see it. He was picturing the other boys' expressions from the sound of his voice, too, and the image in his head was amusing. "I don't expect anything from you, you can do whatever the fuck you want. If you want to run off and do your own thing, don't let the door hit your arse on the way out. But if you stick around, you'll never be bored. That much, I can guarantee."