Cooper could flop all over her however he wanted. She situated herself a bit better, but allowed him to keep his head on her lap, her painted nails threading through his hair naturally.

Soft, she realized. It was nice.

"Promise," Nancy said, wrapping his pinkie in hers. "But you're going to have to stick around until then, y'got it?" It was an interesting thought, really. She'd never expected to live much longer than twenty, truth be told. Not with the sort of life she was in, how much danger she put herself in every day. Every night.

"If I ever have a family, though, you'll have to make sure they're doing well for the rest of forever, alright?" It was only fair. She doubted she'd have a family, but she'd wanted one. A good, handsome husband, beautiful children. Only if she got them away from Fagin. Only then.