lionheart

I’ll be fine, I always am.

Oh my god shut up.

…I don’t want to cry at work. Hear that’s kind of a mood killer in a bar.

A bit. Even if it’s an exceptional reason. It’s a bar, you know people drunkenly cry in bars all the time. 

....thanks, Marcus.

…and I lost my son.

I’m so sorry.

That mountain troll will throw you through a window if he thinks you’re bothering me so I’d keep that shit to a minimum.

Sure. But it’s something to consider. He’s not doing anything to intentionally hurt you.

…he just left. And then nothing. It’s like he fell off the face of the earth.

He’s not good at emotions, Ang. You know that. We both know it. Don’t think he’s ever felt grief like this.

If he sent you here to gauge how mad I am, you can tell him to shove it.

Love, I think he knows you’re pissed. He’s my friend but I’m not his keeper.

I didn’t come here for him, now did I?

Corey: what, do you think I have ties to the underworld or something?

Marcus: Core, I need your help. do you know where to get any xanax or maybe valium? klonopin?

If I get drunk, I’ll break someone. Find me some downers.

Mate, I’m not getting you opioids. Not getting you hooked on heroin.