Entirely unsentimental though he is, he smiles at the mention of his nieces and nephews. "Six of 'em. Four boys, two girls. And I'm" -- pride's measurable in his voice -- "their favorite friggin' uncle." He can count 'em off if she wants a roll call, but he ain't one to go about shoving cute kids in no one's face, 'cause he hates it when it's done to him. Normally he could give a fuck. Kids, yeah, great, get the fuck away from my stuff, but he's got this stupidly abiding affection for those six rug-rats. Probably because he ain't the youngest no more when they're around.
"You got family?"
Now that the fucking portion's over, it might be time to get to know her just a little. Or not, depending on what she wants; he ain't gonna push it.
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Date: 2011-02-27 09:46 pm (UTC)"You got family?"
Now that the fucking portion's over, it might be time to get to know her just a little. Or not, depending on what she wants; he ain't gonna push it.