Alright..
-lets him up-


im sorry i yelled..
-holds close-

-stands, brushes his clothes-
So. Now that that's over.


-hesitates-
....
I'm going to the show.
-mutters-

Hmn?
Now what?
-raises brow-

-shakes head-
You will not.

-shrugs-
You tell me. Don't you have a job to do?


-pouts a little-
Yes I am.
Connor, my reputation depends on it!

-scoffs-
Hell no.
Lets go to get you a tattoo!

-shakes head-
No.

-laughs-
Alright!
-excited-


-wont look at-
You can't stop me.

-nods-
Go get Henri and we will go.
-chuckles-


-frowns,shoulders slump-
...i can...

-Henri trots in, sits-
Yes?

-smiles-


PLEASE, Connor!
-desperate-
I have to!

Come on we are getting him a tattoo.
-grins,pulls on a shirt-

-shakes head-
NO.

-tail twitches-
A tattoo?


-nods-
Yep. They're cool.


-wont look at-
Connor, you don't understand.

-shows her his wrist-
Here is one..
-smiles-

-frowns-
I understand you are HURT. therfor will stay here.

-sniffs it-
Oh.
-tail swishes-
Of course Remy would want one.


-small laugh-
Come on, lets go.


I'll be okay enough to travel by the time I have to leave!
Connor, I HAVE to.
-frowns-

-laughs-
I know i know...
-walks to the bike,nods-
Helmet..

NO.
-shakes head-
Im sorry but NO

???
-picks up a helmet-
We need to figure out a safe way to carry Henri on this thing.


-inhales sharply, then rolls away from, pouting-

Put her inside your shirt.
-amused,starts the bike-


-frowns-
Trasey....
-huffs-

-shrugs-
It'll work.
-does just that-


-still pouting-
You don't understand.