"Why the f**k do you let this show make you cry?" Brad asked Hannah as the two of them sat in the back of the lounge. She'd been crying for the better part of fifteen minutes, and while the show hadn't bothered him either way, he was sad for her. Havock didn't know what to do and was curled at her feet, his head beside them, offering her silent comfort.
"Opie died! How are you not crying?" She sobbed into her tissue
"It's a TV Show." Brad laughed, pausing the remote. "You can't take it this serious."
"But it's such a good love story, and now he's with Donna again, and oh my God, did you see Jax break down? I just want to hug him." She sobbed quietly, folding the tissue into a neat square before wiping her nose.
"I'm sure you want to do more with Jax than hug him," he mumbled. He'd hear
