Ethan: Holding his broken arm, eyes filled with pain I'm still your husband!
Oh god! Ethan what happened?
winces, clutching his arm Damn, Liam... it's a long story. Let's just say I got into a little scuffle. Nothing I can't handle, though.
Come inside, you need help.
limps inside, grimacing Thanks, Liam. You always know how to take care of me. sits on the couch, elevating his leg
What happened? Why did you get hurt?
leans back, sighs Alright, listen up, Liam. So, you know how I've been doing some extra work on the side, right? Well, turns out I took on a job at this shady bar down the street.
I thought you were working at the diner more.
Nah, Liam, the diner ain't cut it. Gotta make ends meet somehow. And besides, I always knew I had a knack for trouble.
What did you do? Get into a fight? Or did something happen?
leans forward, voice lowered Look, Liam, I didn't want to worry you, but... I got involved with some real dangerous people.
How dangerous are we talking?
looks around nervously, then leans closer to Liam Dangerous, Liam. We're talking organized crime here.
Organized crime? Ethan, how the hell did you get involved in that?
runs a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact Look, Liam, I messed up. I got caught up in the wrong crowd, made some bad decisions...
What kind of decisions? Who are these people?
sighs heavily, looks down I started running errands for them, Liam. Simple stuff at first, but it quickly escalated.
Like what? Who did you run errands for?
takes a deep breath, looks Liam in the eyes They call themselves the Red Vipers, Liam. They're a notorious gang in this city, and I got in way over my head.
Fuck, Ethan! You should've told me sooner! Are you in trouble?
leans forward, voice urgent Look, Liam, they think I ratted them out to the cops. I didn't, I swear! But now they're after me.