Tig would have asked how the hell he ended up in this situation, but then it didn’t really matter. Jail wasn’t anything new anyway, and at least that much he got. Mouth off to the cop long enough and get caught with a loaded and unregistered handgun in the glovebox? Of course he’d end up behind bars.
Why Dawn was here with him, well. That he was less sure. Taking her to the bus station wasn’t supposed to go this sideways and he’d been too distracted with getting shoved around and handcuffed to notice what was happening with her until she was in the patrol car next to him. Hadn’t really figured she would end up there too, honestly, but then what did he know.
He stood at the bars, fingers loosely curled around them as he peered out into the hallway, forehead pressed against cool metal, and sighed, then retreated to make his way to the bench, dropping down onto it and kicking his feet up, shifting until he got comfortable. He rubbed a hand across his face and stared at the ceiling for a moment.
"Please tell me you’re here to babysit."
Colleen was probably going to kill him regardless, but at least if it was just that he could maybe talk his way out of it.
