“Oh did you now? Please tell me you didn’t take any of the medicine they were offering,” he questioned, a joking tone playing upon his voice as she pointed out yet another doctor. What was it with this town and pill popping… oh yeah… rich people had to spend their money somewhere. Mason, personally, didn’t fall under that list - drugs simply wasn’t something he wanted to do. As the conversation moved over to her wanting to see him in a cheerleading uniform, he sighed, scrunching his nose. “Well, Oliva… I hope you have an amazing imagination because I do think I’ll beat your cousin. Trust me,” he was confident - was it bad to be? Confidence had got the man through the last 4 years of his high school career and it would likely continue to hold him throughout the rest of his life.
“Are you sure about that Liv? I can be a very, very scary dude when I want to be. Just ask any police station who see’s the color of my skin. I’m a dangerous man,” he joked - though the underlying statement in that notion would always hold true. But it was always easier to joke around than brush past that conversation. However, any joking the man would share dissipated the moment she mentioned her parents died. “I’m… I’m so sorry Olivia,” how does one… respond to that? His heart dropped for the girl with her words and he found his hand going to her shoulder, attempting to provide any sense of comfort - though not to a point of making her feel like he pitied her. “Hey… look I know I can’t be that much help but if you ever want anyone to talk to that’s not family… I’m here.”