Lbr this is just about Alfredo [for Davin]

[jasonwright]

 It's been a few days since shit went down at the shop and Mel and Hank were canned. Jason's been in contact with Davin though, his boss popping up on his phone to ask about the shop. His cheek is still bruised, but he's pretty much healed now. He's been more worried about Davin's recovery though. The guy obviously doesn't like to be away from the shop, and Jason gets the feeling he's going to try to cut his recovery short and get back to work. That's the last thing he needs to do right now.

So after he closes up the shop Friday afternoon, Jason decides to pay Davin a visit. He's had Alfredo with him, just in case he was busy in the back and a customer came in (the dog loves to bark when he sees someone) or if Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum decide to show their faces again. Jason doubts they ever will, but he liked having Alfredo's company. 

Locking up the front door, Jason stops by Quill to grab some food and treats for Alfredo. Once he's run his errands, he trudges through the town to Davin's apartment, Alfredo close to his heels. He approaches the door and knocks a few times. "Dav! It's me." Turning to look at Alfredo, he raises a brow. "You behave. No jumping. He's hurt."

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[jasonwright]

Jason frowns, shaking his head. "Why do that when I can just call you?" He's trying to learn to use technology, but some of it seems more than a little unnecessary. Digging into his own sandwich, he nods and points at Alfredo. "See? Spoiled."

"Anytime," he smiles back.

[davin]

"So ya can actually show me the car an' I can see the problem, which is easier than ya just describin' it. I'll show ya." He laughs and pulls a piece of meat, giving it to Alfredo and shooting Jason an innocent expression. Alfredo snaps it up and Davin laughs, leaning in to kiss the top of his head while scratching him behind the ears. "You've got a helluva dad, pup. But I'm sure ya know that, right?"

He pats him again and then settles back with his sandwich, jerking his chin towards the kitchen. "There's beer in the fridge, if ya wanna grab some. I'd get 'em but my ribs are makin' me a shitty host."

After taking a huge bite of his sandwich and chewing, he grabs his remote and pulls up Netflix. "Wanna find somethin' t'watch? I won't keep ya from that gorgeous girl of yours forever, but ya should hang for a bit."

[jasonwright]

"Alright. I'll let you teach me." The look Jason gives Davin can only be described as one of relent. And Alfredo just looks smug as hell as he snacks on the table scraps. "He better." Jason leans over to rub Alfredo's ears. "I give him a hard time, but I couldn't live without you, could I boy?"

Jason huffs a laugh but gets up and heads into the kitchen to grab two beers. "Don't get used to this. Once you're healed up, you're fetching your own beers," he calls back. Jason returns and drops a bottle in Davin's hand before he settles back into the couch, Alfredo moving between them to beg for more food.

"Sure. I told Iris I'd be late. Long as she knows where I am, she won't worry."

[davin]

"How very kind of ya," Davin says with a laugh. He takes the beer with a nod and twists the cap off as he leans back against the sofa, putting some mindless comedy on before he picks up his sandwich. He reaches over and clinks their beers together before taking a sip.

He winks and takes a bite of his sandwich, settling back and smiling down at Alfredo when he rests his muzzle on Davin's thigh. "So, anythin' excitin' happen at the shop?"

[jasonwright]

Leaning back against the couch, he shrugs his shoulders. "Lotta people stopping by just to ask after you. Oh, and Mrs. McKinney brought her old Chevy back for another oil change and looked disappointed to see me there." He raises an eyebrow at Davin. "I think she has a sweet spot for boy wonder mechanic here."

[davin]

"My business thrives on thirsty bored housewives who bring their cars in for monthly oil changes an' stare at my ass while I do it. An' also Neal Douglas who does the same damn thing." He laughs and reaches over to give Jason a mock consoling pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll build up your own clientele soon enough. Or I'll just make ya work shirtless an' you'll steal all o' mine."