Good. Now that that was all settled maybe things would be just a hair easier from now on. He didn't know. He needed a drink or two. Or five. This shit was going to wear him out. He rested his face in Marco's hair, smelling the faint citrusy scent that was ever present no matter the shampoo he used.

"Aye... We're here for you, Sparks. Whatever you want. Rain or shine."