Alex: You’re not hiding them from me or something, right?
Brodie: Now why would I do that?
Alex: What if he’s forgotten about me…
Brodie: I’m sure he’s just busy, kiddo.
Alex: Busy forgetting me.
Brodie: Tch-.. don’t wander off, alright?
Alex: But-…
Brodie: Don’t!
[Alex snorted; she’d do as she pleased, thank you very much-.. once her father was out of sight, anyway]
…
[It wasn’t exactly warm enough for a swim, and the pond Alex loomed over seemed awfully grotty, but still.. she would’ve preferred it if her heart didn’t do a wobbly somersault every time she neared a body of water]
[Maybe one day she’d forget…]