#arthurfallon

“Fancy runnin’ into you here, old man,” Liam teased as he approached Arthur. He had nothing against the unfazed advisor. Hell, the man was one of few friends Liam had outside of his mc. And knowing that Arthur was also an advisor, there was an added layer of understanding. Liam loved the club, and as he’d aged, had started to see some of the members (the younger ones in particular) less as siblings and as something more akin to children. Children who drove him crazy, needed constant minding, and on more than one occasion made him reach for a jar of moonshine from his private stash. “So. How are the kids?” It was a question that he often posed to the other, not as a means of getting information, but as a means of checking in. There was an implied, are they running you ragged like mine are running me? that hung in the air between them.