Leah scoffed. "Keep dreaming." A pause. "On second thought, no, don't keep dreaming. I hate to think of what you make poor dream me do. How about we change the subject now?" There was no flirting. Ever. The question was always brought up by outside sources, anyway. Strangers who watched their interactions and didn't know any better that Leah despised Evan. Perhaps not as strongly as she used to, given recent rebellion plans, but her annoyance with him still stood.
She frowned when he didn't snap at her. "You're less fun these days, Frenchie," she commented. Coming back at her with logic instead of simple insults. Logical responses inspired conversations, which she tried to avoid. "Bugs may carry diseases, but the water is far more deadly." Especially for someone who couldn't swim. "Fine. I was fucking whining." Have a big laugh over it. She could easily get up and walk out.
"Which is why we live at different safehouses. Fewer opportunities to run into each other, and far more pleasant days because of it." She gave a firm nod. The frown stayed in place, as per usual when Evan was smiling. Opposite expressions were a staple whenever they interacted.
Eyebrows raised, Leah gave him a 'well that should be obvious' look. "Uh, yeah. It's a prison, Frenchie. Pretty sure just about every area could be used for sparring. It could probably all be done outside, too. Except in the winter."
Not only was this version of Evan less fun, but now he was also making attempts to clear her from blaming herself? She wasn't sure what to make of that, other than how fucking weird it was. Leah kept quiet for several seconds, sliding her finger over a tiny old scar on the back of her hand while she tried to form a response that wouldn't make her look either weak or defensive. A snide remark wasn't appropriate, given that he was taking the blame from her, rather than putting it on. However, she wasn't about to go all soft and give him a 'well, gee, thanks for making me feel better, Frenchie.'
"True. They probably would have. Especially considering we're talking about cops with superhero complexes," she sighed, then added without thinking, "I wish the people I looked out for were as easy to deal with as your brother and sister. At least they don't go running off to some island and stir up the proverbial hornet's nest."