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[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

For the past day or two, ever since he stopped by the Cooper farm and got his car fixed up, Neil has been driving aimlessly around Kansas and the surrounding area.

He's usually happy to stop for a chat. There really isn't that much to do around here except talk to strangers.

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[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

He raises his eyebrows-- one in plain view, the other hidden by the patch.

"Somebody tried to kill a friend of mine."

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

"Did you kill the guy who tried to kill your friend?" Bridgette asks eagerly, as if this were a totally normal conversation.

Oliver wears an expression of exasperated despair as he tries to figure out how to punish the girl. Children are so tiring!

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"I don't know."

At least Neil doesn't seem to mind the questions.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

That's not the awesome conclusion to the story she was hoping for. "Oh."

"Well, I think we've taken up enough of this gentleman's time, Miss Dubois," Oliver interjects, to keep Bridgette from asking more rude questions.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

He smiles, perfectly polite.

"And I'd hate to interrupt your riding lessons any further. I'll see you around."

The car starts moving again.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

There's a quick, grateful nod from Oliver. Even Bridgette's pretty accepting, because she'll probably see him again soon, and she can ask him questions without Oliver getting huffy.

Oliver immediately turns back to Bridgette and corrects her posture on the horse. Bridgette sighs.