Giving Ty a light kick under the table Libby looks at him sternly but a smile was still on her lips. She did want to help Ty, even if he thought he would fail.
"If I thought it was wasting my time, I wouldn't have asked you silly. I asked because with a little time and patients I know you can learn. Even if it takes you longer than most people."
Taking a bit of her wrap Libby smiles at Ty enjoying the food and the company of her new friend. It was different, it was nice, and it was defiantly better than dealing with her brother.
"So, you said you had to be to work at seven, where do you work?"
Looking up from her mask shift desk as Reese enters Hope cocks her head. She talked with Reese at least once a day, but today something seemed different. Taking the pictures and looking at them for a long moment Hope is silent. She was a bit superised but studying the pictures closer she notices a few things that she takes into account.
"If your asking, if I think he would of pulled the trigger. No I don't. I would assume he was banking on scaring the cops knowing they wouldn't come closer. I would say he was more protecting someone or something. Thats only observation though."
Holding the pictures up and flipping through the few others Hope cocks her head to one side and than to another. Studying the pictures for a long moment.
"If I can talk to Gunner I might get a better perspective of what was going through his head. So if you can arrange that, that would be great."
Holding the pictures up Hope nods.
"Can I keep these?"
Inside the barn Faith runs her hand up and down the horses soft nose. She didnt know if Sparky would be out of bed today at all, but she wanted to at least give the poor on man without him.
"Hey there pretty baby....they gonna let you out soon huh?"
Faith continues to rub the horses nose, and cheek putting her other hand into her pocket and taking out a half of an apple.
"You want this huh? it will be out little secret ok...dont tell anyone."
Giving the horse the apple Faith cant help but giggled feeling the wiskers and soft lips on her hand.
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