Outlander

“Well it wasn’t going to be me, I know a kid who’s pretty decent.”

Listen, Nora. Like I said, I have it handled; Bond is lending me a hand. And how do I put this nicely... I would have appreciated it if your offer had any feeling behind it and if you actually, I don’t know, meant what you were saying. The only reason you’re offering me any help is because it’s the holiday season and you want to feel better about yourself; be forgiven by God, feel like you’re a good person or whatever your agenda is. Look, I literally have done nothing to you in the past to be hated so immensely except being a Scarre and possibly annoying the hell out of you when I had your class. But that’s it. Quite literally. It’s been years Nora- get the fuck over hating me. Move on to more important things to worry about.

“What sort of baby sitter? I am in no way recommending myself, but I know some people.”

Nora... thank you for your offer but I’ve got it covered. Thanks. 

Changing the subject.

Ready for your match?

This girl is gonna get her ass beat.

Oh fuck you.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Meaning that the whole fucking school knew you two were meant to be together EXCEPT you two. In other words, about damn time.

Yeah. Yeah, I did. You’d think it would feel different, but it’s more or less the same. Just now I wear a ring. It’s nice though. We’re… we’re finally settled.

Good for you guys. ‘Bout time something good happened with you two.

I offered, didn’t I? Don’t worry about it. Gotta make your paycheck.

True that. Aside from me having three kids and separated, how’s life for you? I hear you got hitched.