"That just makes me more intuitive than everyone else."
"God no, if I reveal that, you’re going to call me a brat."
"I gotta work on hiding my dark side."
"Come on, now you have to tell me."
"It’s never the ones you expect it would be."
"Do you want a list of ways? Because over the years, I’ve gotten a pretty long one all done up."
"Ah, but now you do suspect me."
"I actually would like a list, I think that could be funny. Go for it. Best way you’ve pissed her off."
"And here I thought my aunt was the person I had to worry about murdering me. Now it looks like there are two suspects."
"You’re in a place full of hitmen and somehow, I’m suspect number two?"
"How’d you manage to piss off your aunt that bad?"
"Not for a very, very long time." she emphasized, as if the baby wrinkling his nose at her could truly absorb how serious she was.
"I didn’t just mean the loft, I meant Neverland." she said softly, biting the corner of her lip. "Does this idea include leaving…here?"
"What? No. No, definitely not."
Peter couldn’t imagine a life outside of Neverland, and he certainly didn’t want to.
"Well that’s not a creepy sentence at all."
"You know, as soon as I said it I heard how wrong that could be taken."
"Well, he’ll have to settle for a dog," Wendy stated, turning her attention to Alfie. "Because you’re not getting any siblings. Not anytime soon."
As he spoke, Wendy slowly nodded, chewing the inside of her cheek. She could see his point, she could understand it. She knew that this was the logical, adult choice. However, there was still a weight in her stomach. Wendy wasn’t good at change.
"Would…" she stopped at frowned at the wall opposite them, letting a breath out through her nose. "Would you want to…leave…here?"
As much as he loved the one they had, the thought of another at this point was enough to send him grey at his age.
"Wants not the right word, but at some point it’s gonna happen. Seems inevitable."
"If you don’t see me around anymore, it’s pretty likely that I’ve been murdered. That’s all."
"I’ll keep an eye out for your body."
He nodded, still doing his best to keep his distance from the other man, just to be safe. He was pretty sure he was in the Lost Boys. Plato didn’t pay that much attention to the rivalry between the gangs, but he knew better than to step on any toes.
"Yeah. That’d be me."
He listened to the excuse. “No. I don’t know how it is, really.”
Peter raised his hands, indicating he was no threat to the man. Business was business, and all that.
"Fair enough. Out for a stroll?"
"Well I’m fucked…"
"I don’t know, I never had a dog."
She’d had a hamster once that had only lived about two weeks that had entirely convinced her that she’d have no maternal skills whatsoever, but she didn’t think Aristotle the Hamster had the ability to see ghosts.
Wendy’s eyes slightly widened, the situation that he posed hadn’t been one that she had expected at all, taking her completely off guard.
"I…Well…" she stammered, her eyebrows knitting as she combed her fingers through her hair. "Do you think we could manage that?"
"We could get a dog when Alfie’s bigger, two of them could grow up together."
His mind strayed to thoughts of beagles and pugs, maybe a yorkshire terrier.
"I think it’ll be hard but we can. I mean, fact of the matter is I’m a drug dealer and a good one at that, I’m living like a poor college frat boy for no reason. Don’t me wrong, I love living here, I love seeing the boys every second of the day but I have to put you and this munchkin first."