What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Nairn scowled, Fuck off with the logic. I came here to get so fucked up, that for a second, I forget. Though, he wasn't denying that sometimes Ruth had just the right information for his problems...

Tonight just, wasn't his night. And he snorted, The fuck do I give a woman that I've hurt at every turn? He mumbled, gaze fixed on the ceiling. Could just lie to her. Tell her I ain't know he existed, 'til he showed up with them letters. A wishy-washy solution that'd do more harm than good.

He grunted, muttering, She's met the kid. She likes the kid. Kid likes her. And he's a hugger, crier. You're right, he'll tell her first if I don't. Haulean was a bright child, but Nairn had reared the boy; encouraged him to follow his emotions...

Which sometimes led to secrets being spilled; especially to adults he trusted.