"We have bigger issues than your never ending gut brother. Is it me or does shit seem to be steamrolling around here? If I didn't know better I'd swear the shit was following us, but that can't be right because it started before we ever stepped foot here."
Quinn was busy tinkering around with the monitors and shit, making sure our security was up and running as he made that statement.
Davie finally found us, and the mood changed, it was hard sometimes to remember that he was just a kid, but now with the prospect of him being who he is, the rest of us by tacit design were shifting gears. Our thing was to protect him and his sister, even from the shit that they'd found themselves in the middle of.
It was only natural that outside these four walls we've been going out of our way to keep shit light, especially for the women's sake, but we all knew we had a shit storm on our hands. Our hands being tied, wasn't helping matters.