
Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan ♣
Leaning against the back counter Tate thought about what Pip continued to say. "Sometimes though the scars go much deeper then jus' skin deep. The guy she was 'round with 'fore you, she might'a loved the guy he didn' love her though and so that screwed her up some on the inside." Taking another long pull on his beer Tate rubbed a hand through his hair and then dropped it back to his side. "I know you'll stand by your girl, your a decent man Pip. I'm really sorry that Alice has put you through the ringer like she has though, but at least you have lil' Miah." At his comment that Tate would find out when he had kids Tate took a long chug from his beer and tried not show the absolute terror the idea of children brought him. "I'm not plannin' on munchkins for a while man. Not me. I'm good with a dog and a pretty girl around. I can't be a father, I would worry too damn much. Not one to worry. No. No. No. God no." Hoping to shift the conversation away from the possibility of mini-Tate's running around he tried to get rid of the sound of panic in his voice. "I don't know exactly what ya'all are considered, hell how can anyone know what their relationship is considered? I sure as hell don't. But I feel like if you had been a burden to her, she woulda' said somethin' to you. She may not know what ya'all are either, which puts her in the same boat. She may have a different way of showin' her confusion and that's lashin' out at the person closest to her. I wish I could help more Pip, but I'm not quite sure what goes on in the female mind. I just know it's not where I wanna be." Taking another sip from his bottle Tate tried to think of something he could say to possibly help make the man feel better someway.

