“Probably because it’s locked, kid,” she said softly, walking over to sit next to him with a small smile. “It wouldn’t be much of a bomb if it just fell off, would it?”
He whipped his head around to see his sister standing next to him, and watched as she slid to the ground beside him. “Violet! Hello! I’ve been thinking about you, you know.” His words slurred ever so slightly, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on his breath. “Bomb? Really? That royally sucks.”
