"I'm sorry about your father, truly, I am." Shay said, finally having an opportunity to overtake the buggy and continue on their way. He kept straight on the street and watched the pedestrians carefully; automobiles were still a relatively new thing, and people just loved to jump out without looking. Last thing Shay needed to do was run some old lady or child over and be accused of being too drunk, too irresponsible. The law would be merciless. "My own father was a hard man to love, I find comfort in anyone who finds love in their own." he sighed, his lips burrowing into a frown. "The war destroyed about every man, either in body or soul. I know I'm not the man I once was, either. Sam and I see a lot of each other in ourselves, and I suppose it's reassuring to know we're not alone in the toll we paid. I won't bore you with what you already know, but I know for myself I have to be very cautious about everything, very calculating. I'm still afraid to smoke at night, and every time I hear a car backfire, or a tire blow out, or somebody shout, it's like I'm back there, back in the fight."

He followed Vera's directions and turned onto the street as instructed, and started to count the signs. Having Vera thank Shay felt like he had a weight lifted off of his soul, and while part of him felt he didn't deserve it, the person who mattered felt he did the right thing and that counted for quite a bit. A smile crept upon his face, one that was born out of relief and gratitude. "Had I known you would have been in real danger, I would have done it regardless if Sam asked. You're a good lass, miss Vera. I'm just damned glad I was in the right place at the right time. I don't even feel anything for the men I killed and wounded, I was more worried about what you'd think after all was said and done. But trust me, miss Vera, I know all about needing to cope with your demons. I won't pry for why you needed opium, but myself, I smoke and drink entirely too much, all because of the things I've seen and done. I harbour no ill judgement of you, you do what you need to do to keep going. I just want you to know that whatever you need from me, I'll do my damnest to provide. So don't feel guilty for needing help, as it were. There's no shame in having vices to cope, it takes strength just to carry on to the next day, and I understand that better than most."

The Peugeot pulled off in front of Hobbs & Pollard Threads, and Shay killed the ignition. Looking out the window at the store front with its immaculate suits in the window, he let out a low whistle.

"I've never owned clothing anywhere half as nice as that in my life. I'm going to be one awkward Irishman tomorrow. People are going to wonder how in the hell I afforded a suit." he opened the door, and a rush of cool air entered the cab. Stepping out and walking around to the other side of the car, he opened the door and offered a hand for Vera.