[ He holds his hands up in surrender, letting out an affectionate scoff. ] You're right. When you put it that way. [ You truly are a grown-ass woman, Kenzi.
'You're not tough, you're a punk!' It's a familiar remark, tugs at his memory in a way that makes him pretty sure somebody said the same thing to him before, back in Brooklyn. Maybe his sisters. Maybe Steve. Maybe some other pal of his. A touch of sadness bleeds into his smile, causing it to falter, but only for a moment. ]
Only to you. [ ANYWAY. He nods at the rink. ] You remember how to skate?
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'You're not tough, you're a punk!' It's a familiar remark, tugs at his memory in a way that makes him pretty sure somebody said the same thing to him before, back in Brooklyn. Maybe his sisters. Maybe Steve. Maybe some other pal of his. A touch of sadness bleeds into his smile, causing it to falter, but only for a moment. ]
Only to you. [ ANYWAY. He nods at the rink. ] You remember how to skate?