Wayne, cleaning his shotgun: Steve, come here for a second.
Steve: 0_0
Wayne: You love my boy, right? I can trust you to take care of him?
Steve: Yes, sir! 0_0
Wayne: Good. I knew your daddy when we were in school. Is he giving you any trouble?
Steve: … He’s not around much? So not really?
Wayne: Right. If he starts acting like an ass about you and Eddie, remind dear ol’ Dick Harrington I have a shotgun, and I know how to use it. And if anyone else says anything bad to you, you tell me. Understood?
Steve, fighting back tears : … Yes, Uncle Wayne?
Wayne: Great. Good talk.












