<span style="font-style: italic">"Traffic, man! Loud enough to wake the dead!"</span><br/><br/>"Ah, yes. I wish they'd just finish it. Working morals aren't what they used to be. Maybe you should go out and give them a hand. Y'know, literally." She winked, a barely visible flutter of eyelashes. "If the road is suddenly paved with flesh and not asphalt, I think they'd hurry to get away."<br/><br/>She gave a short nod to Drake as he walked in, watching the two boys banter with a mildly amused expression. She would never understand why Clay insisted on pissing on Drake whenever the opportunity arose. She would also likely never understand why Drake would make it so easy for him.<br/><br/>Helena sighed audibly, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration when Mateo tried to sit on her. "It's quite all right. It bothers you more than me, I'd think." Sometimes, she still found it strange that if<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>tried to touch something or someone, she could do so as if she was still alive. But if someone tried to touch<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>(or threw things at her - she could distinctly remember small rocks, books and once a frying pan being thrown at her by Clay, just so he could see what happened), they would just pass right through her with nothing more than the feeling of dipping their hand in icy water as evidence that there was someone there. "Lovers' spat, I'd say. They've gone to the point where Jayce is all sorry for reminding Veronica of her nature, and Veronica has to apologize for being offended, which I frankly never understood why you should. Then, it will be a little awkward for a short while, where after they will realize their undying love for one another and kiss on the little white bridge in the park. And then it can go two ways - either they'll stick together forever and be unbearably happy, or else they will break up and make everyone extremely uncomfortable."