"Ah fuck." Well. That seemed like the best reaction to have at this point. Even so, he caught himself a moment later and turned around to give Hartley an apologetic look. "Sorry, boss." He never was supposed to swear around the little master, he always got lectures about that. He leaned over and popped the glove box open, pulling out a bag of cookies and tossing them towards their charge.
Whether or not he had the stomach to eat them, they might make him feel better. Mick reverse back into the street and turned around in one swift move, taking off down the street and taking the usual shortcut, hoping the avoid the traffic.
"So you don't think it's anything more than a nervous mugger who got trigger happy?"
"Nah. Ain't nothing more than that." Actually, Leonard believed that it was more, but he didn't need to put that idea into Hart's head. He was already looking entirely too thoughtful, not that that was anything new. But at least he didn't say anything now, which might be bad or good. "No idea what's going through your mind, Hart, but I'm telling you. This happens. Your parents aren't helped by you falling for conspiracy theories some street kid's telling you about."
"His names's Cisco." Hart just muttered the words, holding the bag of cookies as he stared out the window. How could he find that boy again?
"There are a lot of street kids about these days, you know? The whole city is a dumpster fire these days. They want your money, kid. He probably knows nothing." Mick didn't trust anyone. Ever since the war, this place had been the pits, it hadn't ever really recovered and the only people invested in the city were the Rathaways and Wells. And neither gave a shit about the street kids or the homeless. Why would they?
"Did you give him your name? Never give your name, kid. The Rathaway name is gonna invite conmen and liars. And that's what that kid was." He saw a vulnerable rich kid and he made his move.
"I'm not going to lie about who I am." He wouldn't lie about anything, as long as he could help it. He wouldn't hide. He was a Rathaway, now he was the Rathaway. Hiding couldn't be the answer. There had to be answers out there and he'd find them. "He told me he saw something before he knew who I was. He had no reason to lie."
"Yeah? I don't give a damn when he started lying, you sure ain't gonna give some punk money to tell a fancier lie." Leonard realised the words might be too harsh and so he reached out to put a hand on Hart's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Hart. Sometimes there's no reason why bad things happen."
Hart lowered his head. "What's going to happen now?" His voice finally sounded like a child's and Leonard found out that he hated that even more.
"We'll handle it. Don't worry." But at least Hart was crying now.
Mick was sure that given there was no one else to take care of the kid and they were probably going to have to pull their shit together and handle it if they wanted to keep their jobs. Leonard ran security and Mick took care of pretty much everything else these days besides the tiny kid and gardening so honestly, he wasn't shocked this was going to fall on them.
As they pulled up outside, Mick turned off the engine and sighed. "Boss, you're gonna be just fine. Don't worry about it."
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Whether or not he had the stomach to eat them, they might make him feel better. Mick reverse back into the street and turned around in one swift move, taking off down the street and taking the usual shortcut, hoping the avoid the traffic.
"So you don't think it's anything more than a nervous mugger who got trigger happy?"
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"His names's Cisco." Hart just muttered the words, holding the bag of cookies as he stared out the window. How could he find that boy again?
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"Did you give him your name? Never give your name, kid. The Rathaway name is gonna invite conmen and liars. And that's what that kid was." He saw a vulnerable rich kid and he made his move.
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"Yeah? I don't give a damn when he started lying, you sure ain't gonna give some punk money to tell a fancier lie." Leonard realised the words might be too harsh and so he reached out to put a hand on Hart's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Hart. Sometimes there's no reason why bad things happen."
Hart lowered his head. "What's going to happen now?" His voice finally sounded like a child's and Leonard found out that he hated that even more.
"We'll handle it. Don't worry." But at least Hart was crying now.
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Mick was sure that given there was no one else to take care of the kid and they were probably going to have to pull their shit together and handle it if they wanted to keep their jobs. Leonard ran security and Mick took care of pretty much everything else these days besides the tiny kid and gardening so honestly, he wasn't shocked this was going to fall on them.
As they pulled up outside, Mick turned off the engine and sighed. "Boss, you're gonna be just fine. Don't worry about it."