* At Dina's use of the word 'shit' Eames gives a quick Language young lady, but it's ruined by the way he smiles when he says it. The tension in the room- generated mostly by his husband and his daughter, both ready to argue their case till they're blue in the face and no one is happy- eases out of the room like a blister that's been pricked.
He wants holds out his hand for Geraldine, beckoning her to him if she wants to come closer and let her papa (and, inevitably, her daddy) give her a hug. * You need to think about your actions before you do them; be smart, like your daddy.
* And crafty, like your papa is left unsaid. He can see the way she's embarrassed, down to the droop of her artfully teased hair, and he wants to say she can still go, that he'll take her to go see her crush and let her show off her pretty face and prettier mind and hope that the girl she's been writing notes to (and subsequently stuffing in between pages of her paperbacks, never to be passed on) will notice her and say something sweet for her troubles. But
( ... )
[ At Eames' outstretched and beckoned arm, Dina shuffles her feet for a moment before she moves forward - cool teenage indifference be damned, they're her parents and moments after fights like this she likes hugging them; as physical a being as her papa is.
She wraps her arms around him and feels an arm around her shoulders in return, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. ]
M'sorry, [ She says after a few moments. ] I should have just explained where and why I wanted to go. [ Why isn't entirely to socialize, nothing to do with the alcohol, and everything to do with the pretty girl who is hosting it and hoping to just get the chance to talk to her. Teenagers do stupid things for things like that. As soon as she's shifted from Eames' arms to Arthur she tells him about Megan and wanting to go. ]
[ As Arthur hugs his daughter to him and listens, cheek pressed to the top of her head, he gets an almost nostalgic expression across his face. He's remembering how his best friend from the age of ten to fifteen, a girl named Lily, had talked him into going to a party purely because it was the last of the summer, two weeks before she was to move out of the state, and she wanted to, at the very least, score a drunken kiss from the girl she had been crushing for a whole year.
She had been able to and it had made her so happy. She had told Arthur that while nothing came of it, just being able to experience that was something she would be able to treasure as she would be going somewhere new and pretty much on her own.
Arthur could see some parallels and it made his heart ache slightly. For his dear friend - and for his daughter feeling so strongly for another person that she'd risk punishment from them for it.
He felt himself sigh heavily, knowing that he would be saying 'yes' but he would make it a point not to exempt the punishment
( ... )
* Under his arm, he can feel Geraldine perk up at Arthur's pause; can see the way she looks at him with hopeful eyes when he brushes her hair behind her ear, and Eames might fall in love with his husband all over again. He really doesn't deserve to play bad cop all the time, and Eames is proud of them both. Geraldine for bucking up and telling her father the truth, laying her cards on the table (even if it took getting caught to catalyze that reaction) and Arthur for listening and making the effort to meet their daughter halfway. *
[ Geraldine does indeed perk up when her father pauses, looking hopeful. When he brushes her hair behind her ear she grins wide and escapes Eames' arm to hug him. ]
Yes! [ And, sobering, ] and I know I'm still in trouble, I know, but - thank you so much.
[ Yes, she knows her papa is (when compared to Arthur) softer on things, but she has never really viewed them in a good cop bad cop light. Mostly because they've always been united in their fronts; sure, they bicker like an old married couple does, but any fights they have in front of her are paired with a visible making up.
And even if she has to let one of them stalk the party or she has to do yard work for weeks or stay home forever, she knows its so worth it. ]
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He wants holds out his hand for Geraldine, beckoning her to him if she wants to come closer and let her papa (and, inevitably, her daddy) give her a hug. * You need to think about your actions before you do them; be smart, like your daddy.
* And crafty, like your papa is left unsaid. He can see the way she's embarrassed, down to the droop of her artfully teased hair, and he wants to say she can still go, that he'll take her to go see her crush and let her show off her pretty face and prettier mind and hope that the girl she's been writing notes to (and subsequently stuffing in between pages of her paperbacks, never to be passed on) will notice her and say something sweet for her troubles. But ( ... )
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She wraps her arms around him and feels an arm around her shoulders in return, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. ]
M'sorry, [ She says after a few moments. ] I should have just explained where and why I wanted to go. [ Why isn't entirely to socialize, nothing to do with the alcohol, and everything to do with the pretty girl who is hosting it and hoping to just get the chance to talk to her. Teenagers do stupid things for things like that. As soon as she's shifted from Eames' arms to Arthur she tells him about Megan and wanting to go. ]
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She had been able to and it had made her so happy. She had told Arthur that while nothing came of it, just being able to experience that was something she would be able to treasure as she would be going somewhere new and pretty much on her own.
Arthur could see some parallels and it made his heart ache slightly. For his dear friend - and for his daughter feeling so strongly for another person that she'd risk punishment from them for it.
He felt himself sigh heavily, knowing that he would be saying 'yes' but he would make it a point not to exempt the punishment ( ... )
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Yes! [ And, sobering, ] and I know I'm still in trouble, I know, but - thank you so much.
[ Yes, she knows her papa is (when compared to Arthur) softer on things, but she has never really viewed them in a good cop bad cop light. Mostly because they've always been united in their fronts; sure, they bicker like an old married couple does, but any fights they have in front of her are paired with a visible making up.
And even if she has to let one of them stalk the party or she has to do yard work for weeks or stay home forever, she knows its so worth it. ]
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