"Yeah, that one runs in my family too," Benji retorted quickly, finally cracking a little smile. It was good to know that their banter still came easily enough, even after all of this time. "My ma gave me this jacket, you don't like it?"
It was easy to joke and make small talk than it was to express herself, but as soon as Izzy let out his little cry, she felt herself tensing up all over, tears springing to her eyes. Despite the tough exterior that she had intended to keep up. It was hard to be her casual bad bitch self right then. "Fuck," she groaned, running a hand through her hair and clutching at a handful of it. "Me too," she admitted weakly.
"I'm so.. I don't even know, man, I really don't. But I'm real sorry. I know your mom-- I just don't blame her, s'all."
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