“Ah, yeah you’re right. Found a couple of guys I think would fit in great with the gang. Some tubby old biker with a gas mask, and his peglegged Aussie friend. Friendo could use a bath but he’s kinda cute in his own strange way.” He paused for a moment and then cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Sounds like they belong in the Saints, yeah. Good to know you’ve been meeting some interesting characters.” PG finally released him from his hug, though he honestly didn’t want to. “Thanks. It’s so great to have you back, Dad. We should celebrate~!”
“Yeah. Should introduce ya sometime.” He softly smiled as he folded his arms, looking down at PG. “Glad to be back. So what’chu thinkin’ we should do then?”