"I don't know, but I'm here now. Everything's okay." It's a sentiment he doesn't express often, but as long as he has his boys and Lydia and Kenz and Bruce, he'll be okay. Other people can come and go, but he's got everyone he needs here, minus one half-pint who he hopes is someplace safe.

Jet especially makes him feel like he can get through anything as long as he's got them. He's like a fucking rock in a stormy sea of shit.