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."

Jason still can believe Iris bought him a bike, his very own bike. But she did and it needs a little more than some TLC. The handlebars are bent, the paint more than sad, the tires need replaced, as well as a bunch of interior problems. But she's beautiful and Jason feels incredibly lucky to have her.

So he's asked around with the other guys at the docks, striking up their regular conversations about the weather and the catch for the day. Everyone had the same recommendation. They all told him to go ONLY to Oceanside Auto and to ask for a guy named Davin. "He's amazing. He fixed my vet after I thought I totaled it." "He's fair too, willing to help out where he can."

That's really all it took and now Jason's spent the morning wheeling this sorry looking (but lovable) bike from the apartment to the auto place. When he gets there, he looks around, probably looking a bit like a lost puppy. He worked as a mechanic a few times in his life, but never long term. He knows his way around an engine, but he doesn't have the right tools or know how for this job.

"Uh...excuse me?" He approaches a mechanic who is bent under the hood of a car. "I'm looking for Davin."