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Priestly leaned in against her, admittedly partly because then he could prop his arm on her shoulder to hold the brussel sprouts to his head. But mostly because she was awesome and called Trucker on the supervillain crap and was here.

He was feeling very possessive of his girls right now. All of them. Tish came to sit on the other side of Jen, between her and Piper, and Priestly wished his arm was long enough to hold on to all three of them.

Trucker nodded slightly at Dinah. "Either way, God knows how many souls I've got to face, some day."

"So when was Trucker born?" Piper asked.

"Well, when I got home, I started taking long walks on the beach." Trucker started to smile a bit, then. "Met some crazy ass surfers. They made me smile, you know? For the first time since I'd gotten back. So I bought a board, and I changed my name. But I swore that I would never hurt another human as long as I lived."

Tish swallowed and pushed herself to her feet, going over to sit next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I made you break your promise."

"Oh no, Angel," Trucker told her. "I said I'd never hurt another human. So we're good."