"I'm sure seeing him will do us both some good," Mordechai spoke with a soft smile as he began to walk with her down the street. He shoved his shaky hands into his pockets, shoulders hunched slightly. "Y'know he somehow kept tabs on me all these years? 'Managed to keep tabs on you through my old contacts,' he said," With a laughed and a shake of his head, Mordechai continued, "Gotta admit; as a Southside kid, knowing an ex-cop used old contacts to keep up on me makes me a little nervous."
He was doing it on purpose, focusing on Beau and his antics; He made sure not to bring up the video. He wasn't going to mention ten years ago, or ask her how she's been doing since then. If he didn't want people asking him about Danny, he had a feeling she didn't want to relive having been shot and carted off to the hospital. Hell, who would?
They were still a minute away from the garage, but he couldn't help feeling better at the mere thought of being able to see Beau again. The man was an anchor for many of the kids- no, adults- of the 2006 Class. The juniors and seniors of that year had already been two of the smallest classes in Edenridge's history. After the shooting...well, the 'Ridge hadn't had such small graduating classes since its founding.
Beau took all those kids under his wing as though they were his own; he made it his duty to teach lessons not only in education, but in life. Mordechai didn't even want to think about what he'd be now without Beau's guidance and attention.
Probably as dead as his brother.