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[The modicum of desperation in her tone, along with the vocabulary and the way she sort of looks at him without really seeing him...Alan can't help but think that Lydia would be like this if she weren't...well, Lydia. It makes him smile and soften just a little, because he doesn't get to actually help as often as he'd like. It's nice to be able to quietly act by his own Code, something worlds away from the one family tradition forces his father and him to follow.

We Protect Those Who Cannot Protect Themselves. It had so much more meaning than We Hunt Those Who Hunt Us, and it did a lot more good, too.

Still smiling, he nods gently, gesturing for her to follow if she wants.]

I do. Pretty sure there's at least a few pairs of jeans you can try out. C'mon, I'm this way.