1.13: The Marshalls
Reese: This was a bad idea, just take me home. To the Carr house at least.
Harold: Back to Francisco, you mean.
Reese: Please don’t tell me you’re jealous of him.
Harold: Me? Jealous of Francisco? In his dreams.
(But everything from his tone to the way he handed her the helmet said he was a little jealous)
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