Notes: Hailey, I love you like McAdams loves Gosling and I will rope you into the fandom if it kills me. So here's some platonic love.
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He sat down heavily on the dock. His boots were at his sides and his pants rolled up to the knee. He felt very much like a little boy as he dangled his legs over the side and could even bear a passing resemblance to one if some person who didn't know him happened by.
Until they saw the look in his eyes. The fierce, animal look that made him feared and revered all over New York.
"Mopin' once more?"
He turned to see a girl somehow smaller than him with curly brown hair. He glowered.
"Go 'way, lousy girl," he snarled.
She sat down next to him. "No, I don't think I will. I like the docks."
He shoved her. "The docks don't like you."
She laughed. "Why, Spot Conlon, that's the best thing I've ever heard you say."
He shoved her again and she shoved him back. His eyes flashed. No one shoved him. Then he caught the look in her eye and found himself smiling.
"You know," she said. "We got somethin' in common other than the fact that we're both tiny."
"What?" He let the smile leave his lips and replaced it with his near owned smirk.
She leaned in closely and grinned widely. "We both like girls."
