Jermaine had his concerns as well. Not just about Finn, but Jake as well. He knew they lived a dangerous life…that was expected. But there was something about actually witnessing it. It gave him that same anxious twist in his stomach he would get as a kid when their parents were off doing something dangerous. Their dad wasn’t much of a believer in shielding his kids from the reality of his work and Jermaine was painfully aware of how life-threatening some of those excursions had been. He would be at home, unable to sleep, unable to eat, worried half-to-death that this would be the time their mom or dad or both simply didn’t come home.

Ironic, really. He’d made peace with it in a lot of ways, but thinking about it too hard gave him a sour feeling.

Jermaine sinks comfortably into one of the chairs while Jake looks around. He’d made himself a steaming cup of tea and was sipping it slowly.

“Well, I’ve just got a lot more time for it these days.” Ever since we burned down mom and dad’s house. “But I’ve gotta give all the credit to my dealer. It’s really just about finding the right audience.”