open to: @killlingboys
though he wasn’t ever exactly thrilled to see any members of his family, jessa was by far his visitor of choice, if he had any say in the matter -- which, he didn’t, not really, but at least he didn’t feel like jumping off the roof of the bar, whenever she walked through the doors. not that his parents had actually ever been here. he’d made jessa swear to secrecy when it came to his business’ location, paired with a light threat of blackmail just to make sure she never broke that promise.
“who are you running away from this time?” not the friendliest of greetings, sure, but the mctavish family had never exactly been known for their warm welcomes. a glass of nothing more than coke and ice was set in front of his sister, a subtle hint without actually having to bring up the difficult conversation - another family tradition he’d yet to shake, despite being removed from it for a decade at this point. “a boyfriend? or his wife?”