sounds like penance.

      “… — and this is the part where ya tell me in explicit detail what the fuck’s goin’ on with ya ‘fore I take that fag and shove it so far up your arse that you’ll be tastin’ ashes for a month. Did somethin’ happen with your brothers?”

      “… so sorry. Should’a told the little bastard to sit in the waitin’ room ‘til it was convenient for us.”

      “No, ní a dhéanaimid. Leave it, will ya — ?”

      “In my condition … ? Fuck you, Adrian. I don’t have a fuckin’ preference.”

      “There’s nothin’ t’figure out. I’m takin’ care of it. Just thought ya might be pleased t’know beforehand ‘cause — y’know those lasses that get pregnant ‘n get rid of it ‘cause they thought daddy-o wouldn’t’a wanted it, turns out the dad would’a been doin’ kegstands with his mates t’celebrate ‘n tellin’ the whole town ‘we’re havin’ a baby!’ if he knew but now he’s just cheesed off at the bitch for keepin’ her mouth shut. Where’re we goin’ … ?”

      “I picked up a test when I went to see Sylvan. Dumped it at the service station when I was through.”

      “… am I sure — ? Adrian, you aren’t that thick. What’s been missin’ lately, eh?”

      “Aye, that’s exactly what I’m fuckin’ doin’, ya knob. I’m fuckin’ with ya.”

       Now seems like a better time than any to grab that suitecase out from beneath the bed.

      “It’s Father’s Day in America. Happy Father’s Day. “

      “Thought we quit hidin’ shite from each other when I started wakin’ up t’ye every mornin’.”

      “… — it isn’t somethin’ I can tell ya while I’m throwin’ clothes in a fuckin’ bag. What’s happened t’ye?”

      “Mhn — oi, I had somethin’ to tell ya, asshole. Quit stealin’ my limelight.”