"Bench," he says, waving vaguely in some direction or another, Coop isn't actually paying attention because he's tilting his head at April now and trying to envision her conning the more insanely rich assholes out of their money. It's really not that difficult, and he thinks maybe this is the kind of thing people should probably frown upon or something, but he's gotten to know April too well over the course of the year to think poorly of her in any way.

In all fairness, she hasn't tried to con him, so that's probably easier for him to say than those other dudes. He's pretty sure they must have all deserved it, though.

He starts to walk to the nearest empty bench, gesturing for April to follow, and lowers himself down with a sigh that's more indicative of his mental preparation for what she'll be telling him than anything else. "Okay," he says, taking a bite of his cone and snorting at how ridiculously inappropriate the sound of the crunch is in the face of something that's probably somewhat serious. But it eases the mood a little, and he's able to lean back against the bench with the tension that's built in his shoulders slowly fading away. "Okay, I'm totally listening."