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[morrowsway]

[Sitting on a bench, watching traffic.]

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who needs time lines that make sense?

[hismothersson]

Thomas takes a seat beside him, smoke dangling between his fingers and sunglasses on his face, hiding the way he glances briefly at the older man.

"Y'know, sometimes I think I could get over my loathing for this town. And then something happens and I remember why I wanted to get the fuck outta here."

i can roll with whatever you throw at me! i just haven't seen much of post season 3 stuff yet

[morrowsway]

((OOC: ...except for the couple episodes at the end of season 6.))

"I could do with a couple weeks in Vegas to shake loose the ATF and the Mongols trying to crawl up my ass."

As long as you know that this guy is Jax and Tara's spawn all growed up, you're good :)

[hismothersson]

"I could do with just... not being in Charming. Or the surrounding areas." He takes a deep drag. "Do I even want to ask what's goin' on?"

Yep!

[morrowsway]

"Same shit, different day. It's gonna give me a damn headache."

[hismothersson]

"So no? Just more shit I don't wanna be part of."

[morrowsway]

Clay gives a short, mirthless laugh. "I want a million bucks. Don't mean shit's gonna cooperate."

[hismothersson]

"At this rate... that seems more likely." Because whenever he got close to getting out, Abel found a way to convince him to stay.

[morrowsway]

Clay shrugs. "Your family and the club are all that's left when the rest of the world's out to get you." Clay cuts the end off one of his cigars and lights it. "I wouldn't be so quick to write either one off."

[hismothersson]

Thomas takes one last inhale of his cigarette and drops it to the ground, stomping on it with the toe of his boot.

"You know I don't want to be apart of the club, Clay. You all know that."

[morrowsway]

"Yeah, well, maybe your brother needs you around." Clay exhales cigar smoke towards the street. "Lotta shit in the air right now. Ain't it always?" Clay shakes his head. "I oughta be fishing someplace with a handful of rugrats, not running around after kids forty years younger than me."

[hismothersson]

"Yeah. Maybe he does." And maybe Thomas needed his big brother to act like the older one, instead of always having to look after him. He takes out another cigarette and lights it quickly. "Then why aren't you?"

[morrowsway]

"You and Abel are too big to bounce on my knee, for starters. Get busy making more already." He laughs, then abruptly sobers. "Ain't gonna leave the club hanging."

[hismothersson]

Thomas snorts. "Rate Abel's going, he'll have a spawn all his own soon enough. Maybe he'll let you babysit." Nodding slowly, Thomas sighs. "That's the problem with this family, isn't it? Most of us don't know how to live without the club and therefore can't possibly understand why some want no part in it." Because part of Thomas didn't know how to live without it either and that's why he hated it so much.

[morrowsway]

"You and your dad are a lot alike. Both of you sound like John Teller."

[hismothersson]

Thomas snorts again.

"Difference between me and my old man is that, for some reason I will never understand, he loves this club."

[morrowsway]

"Your father sacrificed a lot for this club. Lost a lot of friends...family."

[hismothersson]

"Like my mother?" He sighs again. "That has a lot to do with why I want no part in this. I have no doubt that the club will be the reason I bury my brother. Why I bury everyone that I love."

[morrowsway]

"Shit's gotten a little better than it was. I can probably look forward to old age."

[oldladyenough]

She spied him sitting on the bench earlier on her way to work. A short shift and four hours later she still sees he hasn't moved. Pulling over, Tara kills the engine and gets out making her way over to the bench.

[morrowsway]

"Hey doc." Clay is sitting there on the bench, smoking one of his cigars. There's plenty of evidence both he and his cigars have been here a while. Clay winces a bit and rubs at his knuckles, then asks, "How was the hospital?"

[oldladyenough]

"Hey." Tara takes a seat next to him, a sideways glance being thrown his direction. Her brow furrowing slightly as she notices the way he winces when he rubs at his knuckles. "Good, good. You been doing your shots?"

[morrowsway]

"Yeah. It's not helping as much as it used to." He exhales a plume of cigar smoke. "It's hell getting older."

[oldladyenough]

"Could always see about getting you something a bit stronger?" She replies, though she wouldn't push anything on him.