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[harvdent]

There's few things Harv hates as completely and totally as he hates winter; always has. But today, standing on the train platform in District 12, he's absolutely certain he has never hated winter more than he does right then at this very instant. The cold bites into his face and there's very little he can do about that besides grit his teeth and hope it's over with soon. 

By the time the train arrives, finally, his mood hasn't improved any. He'd have preferred to do this some other time. Later. Inside, someplace actually goddamn heated. That's not in the cards, though, so he wastes very little time - the sooner he's done with this, the sooner he can go back inside and warm up. Harv gives the two Victors just enough time to get off the train and get their feet on the ground before he strides over, face set in a likely unnecessarily stern, and more or less barks out, "Welcome home."

Even the little puff of condensation his breath makes in the air annoys him. He wishes he cold feel his nose. God, he fucking hates 12.

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[harvdent]

No matter how Important or Serious the business he's on is, Harv can't bring himself to refuse the puppy. Not even with Sullivan watching and looking a little drunkenly smug. It's a puppy. He's basically obligated to pet it and let it lick his face.

He is grateful when Caro gets the door open, and even moreso once he stands and heads inside. Somewhere behind him, he hears Walter mutter at the dog, "Making friends, you little shit?"

Sullivan's not really interested in wasting time, though. As soon as the front door is shut, he's already a little too into Harv's personal space. "Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"An incident you were involved in," Harv says as casually as he can manage. "You and a couple in the Hob, some months back. After years of being mostly harmlessly drunk. You wanna explain to me what prompted that?"

[caroflower]

Caro was planning on maybe herding them all into the living room, but Walter has other ideas apparently. Well, all right. And then Dent answers, and Caro can't hear anything for a moment over the roaring in her ears. She takes a deep breath and unclenches her jaw to try and answer before Walter says something stupid. He does that a lot for such a smart man.

"My parents. They had it coming." That's not nearly enough answer for a Peacekeeper, but it's all she can make herself say.

[harvdent]

Caro answers before Sullivan has a chance to. There's a very tense moment while Harv very visibly ponders that. It's not what he'd expected to hear. It's also something he's god a very good hunch is very much the truth. Caro's upset enough that Harv immediately notices it, and Sullivan... well, Harv's just glad all he can apparently do is scowl deeply down at him.

Harv frowns thoughtfully and half-shrugs. "Alright."

"Alright," Walter repeats. "Alright what?"

"Officially, I'm obligated to say I'd like you to not assault or threaten people in my jurisdiction. Unofficially? I don't have much objection to this. I can turn a blind eye to it without much hesitation. But," Harv pauses only a beat, grimacing. "I'd rather you bring it to me instead of going vigilante. I can step in legally even if our laws don't really cover going after... well, you know."

[caroflower]

Caro just stares at Dent open-mouthed. Really? That's... not something she ever thought she'd hear a Peacekeeper say. "I uh..." She almost says 'okay,' but she really can't promise that she would take any uh, problems like that to Dent. Even an apparently okay Peacekeeper is still a Peacekeeper. "Really?"

She doesn't feel all that bad about how disbelieving she sounds. "That'd be a first." That, however, Caro hadn't meant to say.

[harvdent]

"Uh-huh, sure I will," Walter sounds anything but convinced. Harv really isn't surprised by the disbelief. Caro's staring, Sullivan's frowning and squinting. It's more or less what he was expecting.

"Yeah, I know." Harv sighs, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly. There's no amount of talking that'll convince them of any of this. He knows it, they know it. It's a waste of all of their time. So he'll just.... have to back it up with action. "Look, I'll, uh. I'll let you two be. I'm sure you're sick to fucking death of dealing with people."

He'll just let himself out.