Liam looked at Dickson and shook his head.
"You have no choice here brother. You are really fucked."
Dickson looked like a man who had just received a death sentence.
He rubbed his face with both hands and sighed heavily.
"The mother of my child is gonna be a whore."
"Cough cough"
Liam immediately interrupted him.
"I think you meant children."
Dickson froze.
Liam raised two fingers.
"There are two of them remember?"
Dickson stared at him.
Liam stared back.
For a few seconds neither of them spoke.
Then Dickson looked up toward the sky like he was asking the universe why it hated him.
Liam was no help at all.
Not even a little.
Instead of comfort he was receiving mockery.
Instead of support he was receiving reminders that he had somehow managed to get two whores pregnant at the same time.
Dickson's shoulders slumped.
He looked completely defeated.
Then suddenly his expression hardened.
"Fuck this."
He pointed at himself.
"I'll fix this shit myself."
