Tatum/Rath
She was caught off guard by his sudden admission of care, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows a little as he sat down in front of her. Was he feeling alright? He was right that ever since she had gotten pregnant, or had at least known about it, the baby had been her number one concern. She might have pushed herself too hard sometimes, but it was worth it in the end. "Is this about my work or something? Because I can handle that too," she murmured. Working for Emma and Ruby was dangerous, but great money.
Tatum stared at him as broke down a little, taking her by surprise again. She wasn't sure what to say to him, really, and she found herself staring down at her sneakers instead. "I don't hate you. I should, but I don't for some.. reason that I'm convinced is at least partially biological. I can't hate you, even when you're a piece of shit," she told him, sighing loudly. "You're my little brother, fag."
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