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Oh rA9, he loved her laugh.
He loved the twinkling giggle she’d make at Alice’s antics. The silent, full body shakes when she found something too funny and had laughed for too long.
Now, don’t get him wrong. He loves everything about her, she’s so much more than he deserves and he thanks rA9 every day that she even looked in his general direction after what he’d done to them.
Chasing a woman and her daughter across a busy highway didn’t exactly scream “I care.”
But there was something about her laugh, her happiness that he absolutely loved.
She loved his laugh.
He didn’t laugh very often. Even though he deviated and could feel , it just wasn’t something he’d do much.
So when she’d catch him chuckling under his breath when Alice got a little too into her pretend detective charade, or when his lips would curve up when talking to Hank and she could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh, it meant the world to her. It meant that he was happy here, with them.
With his
family.