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@CultHymnal touch. “ y'know what yer doing, yeah? ” he hadn't wanted to question her in front of everyone, so he keeps that to himself until they're in the back hallway toward the back rooms.

@CultHymnal “ 'm alright. ” he speaks through gritted teeth, waiting until he really couldn't get himself up off the couch to allow chucky to help him. even if he'd wanted to, he doesn't have it in him to argue with her. yet once he's on his feet, he's already waving off chucky's ›

this time, like all the others, had begun the same. he'd follow that same road out through charming, towards the sunset motel, where he'd pick her up. he'd gotten her her own helmet at this point, so all he'd had to do was wait for her to lock up her room behind her ›

@CultHymnal on watching her as she moves about the clubhouse as if she'd been apart of it since its creation.

@CultHymnal getting worked up and further worsening his injuries. but he's also speaking to those souls that have gathered under their roof. not just the sons but their families as well. he supposes there isn't better he can be doing in that moment. instead, his gaze just settling ›

@CultHymnal eyes finally open then to look up at her. while the cuts have since stopped the bleeding, bruises are already starting to form along his skin, looking only that much worse due to the dried blood.

@CultHymnal the first shot goes down in a groan, the second one far easier. “ it hurts fuckin' everywhere, darlin'. ” but he's sat down at this point so he's already doing all he can for his ribs. “ unless y'can do something about the ribs, there's not much else ye can do. ” his ›

@CultHymnal his weight on the other despite still having a hold onto her hand. to hell with the way others might think or even look at them. “ just get me a damned drink. ” his words are frustratingly tossed at one of the gaping prospects, clearly unsure of where he should be helping.

@CultHymnal jax is the first to notice her, to notice the way she reaches towards him, offering a hand for him to lean on. and when he slides up to join her in helping chibs, he makes sure that she's the one leading. one of chibs' arms drape around jax's shoulders, leaning more of ›

@CultHymnal different than it does during the usual daytime. guns are everywhere reapers are. when the van finally stops, he lets out another groan. more than mentally trying to prepare himself for climbing out.

@CultHymnal few times he's reached out to touch her, until it finds its place upon her knee. outskirts fade closer into town, down the main drag of charming and they're pulling into the gated yard of teller - morrow. with most of the customers long gone, the shop feels all but ›

@CultHymnal looked ) he'd seen her around the club. and now she's there giving him potentials on who might have almost killed him. “ it was too sloppy to be the irish ... they're not suicide bombers. ”

@CultHymnal “ couldn't be, ” he starts through another gritted - teeth groan, having shifted a little where he sat. “ we're all good with th' irish. ” there's a wariness to the way that prospect looks over at her, knowing he can count on one hand how many times ( not that he's ›

@CultHymnal after 'im. ” he hadn't seen that part for himself, it would have been a bit more satisfying instead of having nowhere to put this anger.

@CultHymnal “ aye ... didn't get much of a look at the van either. ” the only reaction that comes from her wiping away that blood, is a slight twitch of his brow, not having expected that as his eyes remained closed. “ i don't think so ... bastard blew up his van when the others went ›

@CultHymnal moving. “ the van was there ... for a moment ... and i didn't have much time to react. ” his legs attempt to stretch, seeking any kind of relief, but it doesn't do much but cause him to lean his head back. he's almost there; he just needed a drink and to lie down.

@CultHymnal “ i don't even know wha' happened. ” there's a relief in that sigh that sounds after speaking, mostly out of finally not moving. the ribs will certainly be a bitch to heal. “ c'mon get us outta here. ” he's almost yelling at the prospect which gets the van finally ›

@CultHymnal he'd sustained. once inside, he's easing himself further into the middle as he's needing to make room for her to climb inside. “ we're taking ye back to the clubhouse. ”

@CultHymnal his head shakes, there's no way it was bad enough that he needed to be brought to the hospital. he's got plenty to take away the pain back at the clubhouse. “ no hospitals. ” pulling open the passenger door, he climbs in as best as he can to avoid worsening the injuries ›