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Connor MacManus (weneedrope) wrote in wariscoming,

It had been a rhetorical question but he wasn't surprised when his brother came up with an answer. "Of course," he murmured dryly, smiling. "It would explain all those happy faces at the bar. They're probably still waiting on their burgers." They'd barely moved since they walked in, conversation a dull murmur.

Dead accurate aim was right. Connor winced at the memory of that aim when it had been directed at him. "Might've been all those times she got a hit," he replied, rubbing the back of his head. Sneaking food from the pub's kitchen had become an exercise in ducking when caught in the act.

Connor nodded slowly, picking up a salt shaker and idly turning it. "Aye, it does." It meant they had no one but each other to rely on, which was fine by him. They'd been doing it for years. But it would have been nice to know they had some allies around, familiar faces. Instead, it had just reinforced how much of a fucked up situation they were in. "Maybe they'll be showing up next." He grinned faintly, picturing the looks on the detectives' faces when they were given that explanation.