"I'm just saying, what do you think you did wrong, Jase? I know it's hard mooching money off fat cats, they aren't rich because they spend it on every asshole holding their hands out." He lifts his shoulders in a lazy shrug. "Not that I don't value everything that eventually went to waste because of a few bullets."

He clears his throat, mouth unpleasantly dry. His tongue tastes bad and he feels groggy, but he can't stand to pull away for coffee when he's in the middle of story time.

"Everybody knows the real criminals don't do time in jail, it's a rite of passage." There's a knowing tone to his voice, as well as a smug air that he isn't drawing too much attention to. "There's gotta be more to it than that. What'd he do it for? Sabotage?" He raises a brow, a small smile finding his lips. "Tell Emily she's a peach, by the way."