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Patrick O'Shea (inkinc) wrote in darkdividerpg,

Trick hadn't really expected Olly to come back and wouldn't have blamed him if he didn't. He didn't know all the details, but he knew enough to be just as angry as Olly was. Women and children were never supposed to be the targets of bullshit and it irked Trick's temper enough to make him want to tear off someone's head. When he came back through the door, looking pissed off but not bloody, he heaved a bit of a sigh of relief and caught his keys.

The verbal reassurance made him feel better, too. Tucking the keys into the drawer near his chair, he let out a breath and leaned back in his seat as Olly started to explain what had gone down. It didn't make it any better. The fact that those fuckers - on purpose or otherwise - had set off pepper spray on two pregnant woman was enough to make his blood boil. He had to admire Jack's ability not to explode and rip their heads off considering the pain she'd likely been put into. The woman had the willpower of a saint.

"Because you love your sister," he told him simply. "And you're meant to rule beside her. We all know that. Have known that. You're just late catchin' up," he teased, flashing a teasing half-smile in Olly's direction. "You coulda took the rest of the day, Ol," he told him. "After that shitstorm, I wouldn't have blamed you."