“Is this some sort of family trait? Poking at me?” Silas asked good-naturedly, catching EJ’s tiny hand in his and play-acting like he was going to chomp on the infant’s little fingers. “Guess I missed a lot with him.” He hadn’t known about the game, and he seemed to have picked up a poking thing. It had only been a couple of weeks, but he guessed that babies developed a lot faster, learning new things all the time. “Dunno how I’m gonna keep everything straight.” At least he had started to remember things better, so thank god for no lasting damage there.
He laughed at the use of his full name, then tried to cover by making a face instead. “You sound like my Gran, babe,” he told her. “Not the one of a kind shit, but that tone of voice. Gave me flashbacks to being twelve and constantly in trouble.” He let his features shift into an expression of contemplation about the hair color, dragging the silence out as long as he could for effect. “Guess I could live with it if you changed it, I’d still love you. But like blonde best.” It was Rae’s hair though, so if she wanted to color it pink or blue or whatever he couldn’t really stop her. “Can’t picture you with pink hair though, why the hell did you do that?” He cringed away when she went after him again, this time he shot her a scowl to try and dissuade her from a third attempt. “Guess so,” he laughed, the scowl melting off almost as quickly as he’d gotten settled.
He was only human, so it was hard not to get distracted by the way she stretched, even if he figured it was less for his benefit and more because she was tired. “I know nothing makes me happier than being with you,” he murmured.
“Nah, he failed hardcore at covering it up,” he confirmed. “But probably only ‘cause I’m suspicions of questions ‘cause they don’t usually ask ‘em.” And he was irritable when Regan had asked, but he didn’t really feel like mentioning the drug use side effects right now, not when he and Rae were having a good time. It was something he wanted to put firmly behind them. “I guess I could take that compromise,” he relented, raising an eyebrow at her poor excuses, but not pushing it. She had her reasons for trying to brush it off and he should respect that. “Take a ride out past Ossining somewhere, jus the two of us, and have it not end in a fucking injury.” They always seemed to punctuate their trips with injuries so it was about time they changed that.
Silas’ smiled widened in response to Rae’s words. “I don’t see how you couldn’t,” he told her, making sense of her words despite how they’d been strung together. “You and you’re ridiculously adorable ways or your thoughtfulness. I don’t see how that couldn’t make me happy enough to smile.”
He didn’t think she would be, actually. “You sure?” he asked then continued, ‘’cause I’m not so sure, babe. We can go sit down for a while if you think that’ll help.” Though a look around the space showed him that the only place to sit was the motorcycle, which would probably work if she said yes.
“Or we could go back to the party, sit around by the bonfire for a little while until you feel better.” He wasn’t going to let her off that easy, she didn’t need to tire herself out because of him.