Eoghan:What was she even doing there?
Conor:Wanted to talk about Dec’s wedding. You’re coming, right?
Eoghan:As if I’d miss it.
Conor:It’s going to be cool. Never planned a wedding before.
Eoghan:Better than planning the downfall of the Sparrows, I guess.
Conor:Actually, that’s easier.
Eoghan:Of course it is. And yes, I did just roll my eyes.
Eoghan:You’re a dumb fuck for thinking Ma wouldn’t walk in.
Conor:Got distracted, I guess.
Eoghan:Not like you.
Conor:Lot on my mind.
Eoghan:Want to talk about it?
Conor:No
Eoghan:Good
Conor:Lol. Anyway, you’re right. I’ll leave you to get on with your honeymoon.
Eoghan:Was that a guilt trip?
Conor:Don’t think so.
Eoghan:That you’re not sure is disturbing.
Conor:You know that’s my main goal in life.
Eoghan:Head case. Anyway, Ma is Ma. She won’t say anything aside from to Da, and if it’s about that, well, what can you do?
Eoghan:You’re supposed to report that kind of shit back to him like a good little soldier anyway, aren’t you?
Conor:I suppose so.
Eoghan:Such a sneak.
Conor:Says the guy who shoots people from rooftops.
Eoghan:Jesus, you heard that?
Conor:Oh, brother, I see all and hear all and know all. That you haven’t figured that out yet is more disturbing than anything.
Eoghan:I got two words for you, Conor.
Conor:What?
Eoghan:Fuck. You.