[Some ugly part of him wants to do something else mean, to break them or keep them; who knows what he could sell them for. But they’re his bargaining chip in case this kid really is important. Hell, even a poor parent can sick the cops on him. So he surveys Barry for another few seconds, like he’s looking really closely to make sure he’s not lying, and thrusts his hand forward to push them near his chest. They’re still covered in sand and probably need to be wiped clean, but Barry can do that himself.]
no subject
Fine. Here. This didn’t happen, alright?