"Well, you can't blame yourself for it, Allie Cat." He says before taking a long drag from the joint, offering it to her again, and if she doesn't take it, he'll put it out. "You were doing everything you were taught practically from birth. Don't let the others pretend like Dad didn't fuel their entire lives even after they left here-- Diego's been vigilante'ing it up like a full-blown Academy has-been for years, Vanya wrote a whole book because of him and us and everything... and well," he gestures toward himself, as if that answers everything about himself. And... maybe it kind of does. "We're products of how we were raised, just like everybody else in the world."
He shifts suddenly, long legs draping over the arm of the couch as he drops his head into Allison's lap, staring up at her, reaching to twirl one of her curls around his finger gently. "Plus, who wouldn't talk their way into all the best places, and the biggest money, if they could do what you can, sis?"
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He shifts suddenly, long legs draping over the arm of the couch as he drops his head into Allison's lap, staring up at her, reaching to twirl one of her curls around his finger gently. "Plus, who wouldn't talk their way into all the best places, and the biggest money, if they could do what you can, sis?"