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[thedifferencebetween]

Handsome Jack here! I'm way too busy being awesome to answer the phone, but tell me why you're calling and if you're important enough, your people will hear from my people.

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[fantabulousandwich]

Oh. Okay.

[Even her hair seems to slump a little, slipping limp down her back.]

Sorry. Didn't mean to touch a sore spot- I mean, I get it, I got people I don't want to talk about neither. [None of whom where here, which seemed- weird. Unlikely there'd be corporate spies or assassins- or all right, assassins hired to take down the Handsome Fam anyway- wandering around the peninsula.

And really she'd just been trying to compliment him some more, and now things are all awkward. You're the host, Harley girl; find a way to fix it!

There are only a few seconds of uncomfortable silence; and then Harley pulls away, standing and crossing to her desk. She scoops up the hyena figurine in one hand - and scoops up the bottle Jack brought along, because it looked yummy as hell- before returning, settling in her old position cuddled up close with her legs across his lap. The bottle is set on the coffee table for the moment; and she holds up the action figure. Up close, the hyena is wearing a tiny pink collar.]

See this? This is Bruce. He's my bestest boy in the whole world- whole wide multiverse, now, I guess. [Harley turns him over in her hands, one fingertip scritching behind his ears like somehow, wherever he is, he'll be able to feel it.] The asshole who sold him to me had him in this cage that was way too small for one hyena and all of his mess; and then he tried to get me to pay in sex. [Her nose wrinkles, but a grin starts to curl at the corners of her mouth.] So I killed him, chopped him up and fed him to my new boy. Brucie likes to change things up from dog kibbles now and then.

[Harley doesn't have kids to offer stories about in return to hitting too close to home; the closest she can come is Cas, and fair play to Jack, she's like hell telling anyone here about Cas. But Bruce is almost like a kid. She has to feed him and clean up his poop, and that's basically parenthood.]

[thedifferencebetween]

Hey, it's all cool! We're adults, communicating like adults. We all have the shit it takes built up trust to open up about, at least I'm honest about it.

[He's not pissed off or anything, he's not shy about establishing boundaries. It happens, it's part of existing and interacting with other people.]

[But he shuts up and listens, eyeing the little figure in Harley's hands. Yeah. Yeah he really has a specific type. And it's weird that he's met more than one woman who fits it. Pretty awesome! But highly unlikely.]

Smart move. Sounds like a real lickbag. The dude, obviously, not your dog. Dog sounds cool as hell! Hey, you like cats? I'll take ya to cat town some time - my boss and I made a town for cats. So I do have a town here, it's just full of cats.

[fantabulousandwich]

[Her eyes light up again, fingers curling around the statue of Bruce. And she could correct him- technically a hyena isn't even a canine- but that would just be pedantic. A literal town for cats is way more interesting. Scooting closer again, she lets her head rest on his shoulder.]

I'd like that, Handsome. I'd like that a whole lot.