"I guess I should shoot her a text saying yeah..." His eyes widened at the sound of "shoot". He rubbed a scar on his shoulder, one of a bullet. "Dad..." he muttered quietly.
He thought about what he should do silently. "I'll accept whatever she wants. I knew what I did was wrong." He closed his eyes, conversating with Jackknife.
"I'll think." He hung up the phone with a sigh. He was lazing on the black leather chair in his living room, thinking about his life decisions. He had nothing else to do, so...