Re: Richie/Tony
Richie's shoulders sagged a little. Conflict he could deal with. Angry girls? They always left him a little left-footed.
"OK. I'll try," he said, rubbing at his neck and shaking his head while inhaling deeply. He let the air out slowly, staring back up at the screen.
"Is it gonna be OK?" he asked his father, almost sounding like the young boy who was standing in the lab looking at the results of an experiment that might not have gone quite to plan.