Re: Marvel FDNY: Clem & Declan
Insecurity didn't belong anywhere in their designer label genetics. Declan would have been the first to tell her so, and it wouldn't have been political hot air or charming piffle, even if both were rightly inherited by the patriarch. Murphys had no allowance for insecurity. Even if that mentality had become something that he'd subconsciously sought to escape, Declan respected the way he'd been raised. Despite his angry knee and faithless loves, despite his half blood and fondness for little blue pills, Declan didn't doubt himself. Here, in the line of fire with not a gram of experience under his belt, there was no hesitancy. And he'd never known Clementine, with beauty like a galaxy's edge and an armory of smiles that knew all of the things that nobody else's smiles knew, always seemed like a daddy's favorite. Declan didn't pick up on any differences in her when he twirled Clementine in memory of those summer days gone by when she'd stomp her feet and hiss like sweet tea set to boil until he begrudgingly did so.
When she folded her arm through his, Declan steered with her back into the house. He couldn't truly imagine her being at home in so many blue clothes, although the close quarters with men was less of a surprise. "Your husband let you do this kind of dangerous work?" And that was Murphy for you, let. Declan had less of a traditional mentality than their father, but he'd still been raised by the man, and there were some things that years and miles and a grave apart didn't quite shake. Declan had never heard of Clementine getting married, but it was a natural assumption.
"I have a couple of places, one in the city, in Tribeca. The drive isn't bad."