Page 192 of Filthy Lies


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Conor:Speaking of… How’s Eoghan?

Aidan:His usual grouchy self.

Conor:Grouchier than usual?

Aidan:Maybe? Why? What made you ask?

Conor:He thought Inessa was pregnant.

Aidan:Is she?

Conor:No.

Aidan:Ah, shit. He’d make a great dad. Can you imagine the nursery? It’d give Alcatraz a run for its money.

Conor:LOL.

Aidan:You know I’m right. To be fair, he’s probably not ready for kids.

Conor:His mind isn’t in the best place right now.

Aidan:No. Think I should talk to him?

Conor:You have a lot of work going on, don’t you?

Aidan:Yeah.

Conor:Maybe get him to help? Could be a way of getting his mind off things.

Aidan:Okay. Sure. You don’t think it’ll put pressure on him?

Conor:He’s tougher than he looks and he already looks like he’d fuck up Ronan the Accuser.

Aidan:You and your comic books.

Conor:It’s from a movie too, Aidan. It ain’t my fault that you haven’t watched Marvel movies.

Aidan:Yeah, yeah.

Aidan:I’ll talk with Eoghan.

Conor:Good.

Aidan:When are you coming home?

Conor:Sooner than you think. But maybe longer than you think too.

Aidan:Informative. I didn’t ask for a riddle, Kid.

Conor:Might be dropping by over the next couple of days but then I’m heading back out again.

Aidan:Why?

Conor:Gotta see someone.

Aidan:Who?

Conor:Doesn’t matter.

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