“So you keep trying. You keep trying, both of you, and maybe some more shit happens, but you still keep at it ‘cause you haven’t got any other choice. To be honest, I don't know if we can be different people here, but we have to try.” He looks right back at her, and if he were the kind of guy to put his arm around her he might have. But his eyes are full of compassion, even if he doesn’t reach out. “Look,” he exhales, “there’s a lot you don’t know about me, and there’s a lot I don’t know about you, but we’ve both gotten ourselves tied up in some crazy things, and we’ve done stuff that most people would consider reckless, or dangerous, or... kind of psychotic. Am I right?”

“And...” He downs the rest of his second drink. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say, except I’ve got your back, yours and Jax’s, and I don’t really care what you’ve done, or even what you might do. It’s all...it’s all fine.” John almost laughs at the memory that springs to mind. “I know exactly what kind of backup you mean, and you've got it."