Tony snorts. “Barely had a childhood is more like it.” He leads the way to the cafe he had mentioned formerly, letting out a laugh at the comment following her first. “Is that what people think? Funny, I almost wish it was true sometimes.”
“Childhoods are overrated,” she says sagely. “You’re only as old as you want to be. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t exactly get a childhood either.”
“They typically are but, sometimes I think it might have done me some good to actually have had one. Then again, I honestly wouldn’t be where I am now so…eh,” he muses, making a gesture with one of his hands. “That is a pretty true statement. And ah, well, you’re not alone in that department. Neither of us are. Plenty of people have their childhood ripped from them for a variety of awful reasons and some pretty stupid ones.”
“Well let’s have one now! We’re already making a good start. Macaroni and cheese, late night movies, running through the park like idiots — I’ve got some nerf guns back at the house, we could have a nerf war.” She skips ahead, grinning hugely, and walks backward for a little bit so she can look at him. “I know, I’m incorrigible.”