Imagine being Stuart Hatford and thinking for the better part of a decade your sister and her son are dead. Your god damn sister.
And then you learn - surprise! - they were not dead, they were just lying low, but then your sister actually dies and her son's idea of "lying low" is playing college stickball on national television and pissing off both the FBI and the Japanese mafia. Then you finally kill your nephew's psychopath father and reconnect with him only to figure out he's a package deal:
He comes with a murderous boyfriend (because, apparently, in the time he was on the fucking run, a college athlete, and evading the Yakuza's wrath he managed to get one of those) and a traumatized French Boy
You and the traumatized French Boy bond over dead sisters
It all comes full circle
