"God, I'm goin' so fuckin' stir crazy. I gotta get outta here." He side eyes Jason and does his best to look casual. "Maybe go check on the shop. Get some work done, y'know."

He grins down at Alfredo and goes to bend over to pet him, but hisses when the motion makes his ribs ache. So instead he pats the couch between him and Jason. "Up here, ya spoiled mutt."

Once Alfredo jumps up onto the couch, Davin pets up and down his back and leans in to accept a lick on the chin. "Your dog is totally crushin' on me, man."