"They can survive without us for a week, and if not well theres always the network if either o' us will be up to talkin'." He didn't bother to hide his context. He wanted to give her something to give her hope to keep going to come back to him. "You'll come back to us and we'll all be happy once more."

"Aye, I suppose they can. You know I don't give a shit that he abandoned me. Whatever a lot o' guys don't care to stick 'round and raise the miserable bastards they spawn. Least he could o' done was properly broke if off with Ma, he never told her goodbye, just left in the middle o' the night." He explained running a hand down her side. "I remember bein' small in Dublin and seein' her sitting in the window looking out across the city with this sadness in her eyes. I never understood it till I was much older." He knew his mother missed his father, but he hated the man... demon. "I was, she and my aunt Judy did the best they could to make sure I turned out a decent kind o' guy." He could be a real gentlemen and othertimes the street hustler shined through.