The corner of the conman’s mouth quirked briefly as he settled a warm hand between Arden’s tiny shoulders, rubbing circles to try and rid the boy of any possible resentment that could be bubbling up over the rabbits.
He’d taken the twins and his lover to the feed store, there to purchase grass seed and whatever sorts of flowers the boys wanted to decorate the yard with for the year. Nick had left Overalls to spend the day with the twins, usuing their Saturday to fill in all the empty spaces of flowerbeds outlining his trailer.
"Candy bunnies are far better than real ones, champ. Trust me," he gave a final pat before he settled back, his insides not all cramped to hell but sore. It was really starting to wear him out, the mildly unpleasant aches too constant to be ignored now.
He turned his gaze to Sarah, offering a smirk. “You alright there, Momma?” He asked, genuine concern downplayed with the edge of snark his tone carried.
“Ah’m th’one thah gottuh full nigh’s rest,” Sarah reminded the conman with a smirk of her own, stepping over to the couch as she swung Maybel up onto her hip, shoving herself into the minimal space left between Nick and the end of the couch. “S’Not-Daddy Ah’m worried about, bein’ uh fish outtuh water th’past few days.” The blue-gray of her eyes met his, silent question passing between them as she studied the red veins fringing his vision.
Arden scoffed at Nick’s remark, his expression going sour as he plucked his lunchbox full of candy from Nick’s lap and redistributed it to Overalls’s knee. “Chocolate bunnies melt,” he blurted indignantly, as though Nick should be highly aware of this important bulleted fact. “Valls can have sum candy if he wants,” he added in a singsong, apparently revoking his previous invitation for Nick to help himself.