Smile

The officer shakes his head. "No, no, everything is fine." He offers a warm smile. "I'll see if I can catch him another time. Thank you." He gives a little wave and turns to leave.


Con heads out with Jamie, going to Mom and Pop's. Once there, they're able to settle into a booth, the restaurant quiet at this time of the afternoon.


Carson sighs and tosses the third magazine aside. He was bored, he was worried....it wasn't a good combination for his nerves as his craving starts up again.
Standing, he starts to pace, then drops down to do some pushups to try and work off some energy. There had to be a plan of action. He couldn't just sit in here indefinitely. Sooner or later TJY would have to make a decision about him. But what would it be?


Dylan can hear Rosetta leave, and his curiosity gets the best of him. Rising slowly, he looks out the window to make sure she's gone, then opens the door to see the box. Quirking an eyebrow he picks it up and takes it inside, sitting on his bed. Drawing out pictures, he starts to recognize faces...they're younger...but he knows them. Seeing his father, Dylan suddenly stops. It felt strange...he'd never seen pictures this old of Mick before. Taken in by the scenes, Dylan loses track of time.


Mick looks to his side as Wes approaches, apathetic towards company. "Hey." He gives a short chuckle. "We all live here, but we've still got separate lives. No worries. It's not like you don't have a lot on your mind." He grins. "Every time I see Cindy, I think her smile has grown."