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[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina leans over Katya where she's sort of nestled on the couch. Frank's here already but Nina hasn't quite been able to make herself leave the baby alone.

"You're sure you don't mind?" she asks, looking a little uncertain as she looks over at Frank. She has-- a date, she supposes, and she realized she didn't know who to ask to babysit and she'd called Frank in something of a panic.

But now he's here and she's almost not sure what to do with herself. Nina picks up the infant girl, currently dressed in a onesie with bears on it and a little bear-ear hat. She wanders closer to Frank, not looking reluctant just-- uncertain. And maybe, for a moment, young.

"Billy doesn't mind that I'm taking you away?"

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[onebatch_twobatch]

Frank only had context to either of those in that he knew Nina and had spoken to her about where she'd come form before Darrow. And anyway, he knew Bronx boys, and Jersey boys, and all that sort of thing. Military boys and their wives and fast cars. Shelby struck him as a bit of all of it. But Nina seemed rather happy, when she wasn't thinking about things too hard.

"I do," he said. "I'll mill about here a bit, I think, and then I might take her down, if that's alright."