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It isn't him. Well, this time it isn't.

He actually really likes that Mila lady. She's nice, and she seems like a good woman. Reminds him of Tara, almost.

He thinks so. She seemed ready to hurt whoever was playing the music, after all.

Well, he's not really doing anything, currently. If she wants help looking for the person, he can offer it. He also thinks the skull is pretty cool.

Is..... Is he good?

Light push to his side, upper part.... "Ow...... Damn....." Yup, that's a busted rib, maybe more than one. Hope the Apex crew has a doctor. He might need to see one.

He took a seat on the spot he cleared off, before changing the arm around him, wincing slightly. "Some... old 'friends' of mine paid me a visit. They don't really like me anymore, and I don't like them. We fought. Think they cracked a few ribs."

"Whatever can work for a bit, I'll take. I know they'll heal eventually, luckily." He nodded at the request for him to lay back, doing so. "Just don't press too hard. Don't want anything else to break, especially inside. Already had to fix my nose."

He could always bug Jax. As long as he isn't a dick, he won't mind. Besides, Jax thinks he's kinda cool looking, based off first looks and impressions.

He just nodded, gritting his teeth a bit as he felt the area. "Damn....." He muttered to himself, trying not to talk too much.

He looked up from what he had been working on, seeing the man. "Pretty good, pal. Doing a bit of repairs. What's up with you?"

He nodded, cracking a smirk. "The dumb bit is gonna be hard, considering that it's me we're talking about." He chuckled, pausing after a bit. "Sorry. Self-deprecating humor is a specialty of mine."

Ow. He didn't expect it, and ended up flinching a slight bit. "I have a brain. I just make dumb decisions sometimes. And you are right about the treatment costing me a lot of money. That's why I came here. A man and his two kids already take up enough money."

He took the pills, putting the bottle in one of the pockets of his jacket. "Thanks." He sighed, adjusting his jacket. "I try to make less dumb decisions. Usually it ends up in a decision that helps for a bit, then goes to shit."

A bit ironic, true. Maybe not so surprising, though, considering the history they share. And how it ended.