“Previous incarcerations would imply that you’re not the one to trust.”

“Nope, no counselling needed. Usually there’s just no one here so.. I just chill here sometimes. Since when are you back in town? Did Kyle call you?”

“I.. never mind, just wanted to see a friendly face.”

“I just wanted to talk. Promise.”

“I don’t know, I just kind of ended up here.”

“I guess that’s a relief then, you were looking a little pale but I wouldn’t have gone as far as to call you a ghost.”

“That’s what happens when you haven’t seen the sun in a while.” 

“We’ll save the ass-kicking for the next family reunion then. Who the fuck goes on a five-month holiday? You could’ve at least called or some shit. Mom kept trying to reach you for weeks.”

“Did something happen?”

“Oh, are you? I had no idea, but then again makes sense. Your brother could still pass off as a moody teenager with that sailor mouth of his. Thanks for the mental image, did not want it at all.”

“He basically is a moody teenager, I’m the older brother that kicks his ass when he needs it. Sorry, you were looking a little thirsty there.”

“I think that’s the least you can do, don’t you?”

“Where have you been?”

“Christian, right? I remember Jack propositioning you for a job.”

“Oh.. it’s changed. If you can imagine, it’s worse.”

“I wish I was. What the fu-.. What are you doing here? You’re not allowed to be here.”

“I thought I was looking at a dead man.”

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“I’m glad you’re back. Welcome to the shit show.”