Oh, her laughter is so good to hear, accompanying his own. The perfect back-up, it makes him feel alive to listen to the sound.
For the record, he would totally call her that in front of her friends.
Leaning over to pat her good arm, Richard shakes his head. "You're not stupid, baby, we all make bad decisions in the heat of the moment. Just look at your old man if you need more proof of that." He smiles gently and kisses her teary cheek, then returns to his seat as the good doctor makes his appearance. It reminds him that he should probably get Salome an appointment with Julius, soon. She's to the age where she needs a good primary care, and even if he is a spineless simp, Julius is a good doctor.
Richard gives the doctor his most honest expression of bone-deep exhaustion as the jackass glances his way, the accusation unspoken and insulting. "Sadly, seventeen is not too old for a tantrum," he says, his words followed up by a tired smile.
Luckily, Salome has good insurance through her mother, and Richard has plenty of cash, so even with the x-rays the visit shouldn't be too bad. Leaning forward with his elbows balanced upon his knees, he arches a brow. "Do you think it's possible? My Christ." He glances over at Salome. "Maybe I should have gotten you boxing lessons for Christmas. With a right hook like that you'd be a champ in no time."
Doc Golden Boy can think whatever he wants. He's the fucking help, there to fix his daughter and step off. It's not about to stop him from teasing his daughter.
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Date: 2013-01-10 04:04 am (UTC)For the record, he would totally call her that in front of her friends.
Leaning over to pat her good arm, Richard shakes his head. "You're not stupid, baby, we all make bad decisions in the heat of the moment. Just look at your old man if you need more proof of that." He smiles gently and kisses her teary cheek, then returns to his seat as the good doctor makes his appearance. It reminds him that he should probably get Salome an appointment with Julius, soon. She's to the age where she needs a good primary care, and even if he is a spineless simp, Julius is a good doctor.
Richard gives the doctor his most honest expression of bone-deep exhaustion as the jackass glances his way, the accusation unspoken and insulting. "Sadly, seventeen is not too old for a tantrum," he says, his words followed up by a tired smile.
Luckily, Salome has good insurance through her mother, and Richard has plenty of cash, so even with the x-rays the visit shouldn't be too bad. Leaning forward with his elbows balanced upon his knees, he arches a brow. "Do you think it's possible? My Christ." He glances over at Salome. "Maybe I should have gotten you boxing lessons for Christmas. With a right hook like that you'd be a champ in no time."
Doc Golden Boy can think whatever he wants. He's the fucking help, there to fix his daughter and step off. It's not about to stop him from teasing his daughter.