❝Aye, aye, ‘eard it all b’fore. Doin’ fine lately, though.❞ Well, not really. Almost being blown up and fucking with Hitler’s Youth, as Jax put it, almost other things isn’t exactly ‘fine, ‘ but that’s beside the point. ❝Jus’ keep waitin’ fer ye ta gimme a call an’ make me check in every couple’a hours.❞
❝M'no’ tha’ bad, I jus’… care ‘bout ye s'all. Don' really help ease me mind when y’re comin’ home all wounded an’ shite.❞ She motioned to his new battle scars with a wave of her hand. Trying to brush it off though in reality she was not pleased at all about the state she sometimes found him in. He was getting too old to continue following this fast paced lifestyle.
