Len didn't say anything when Harley leaped into his arms. He just sat and held her and glowered at Mark, puffing methodically at his cigarette. Finally, finally she stopped crying, and Len was fairly positive that he now had a mixture of make up and tears on his shirt.
Glancing out the window at the rain storm, Len intensified his glare at Mark. He was fucking hungry god dammit, and he'd just been cried on, and hugged and now Mark was making that damn storm come in as an excuse to leave (which wasn't really a bad idea), if they could have just gotten some damn food first.
"You're pumping the gas." Len said directly to Mark, hoping that he got rained on while doing so (even though he knew there was no way in hell that was going to happen). "Have a couple milkshakes on us, Harley."