Oh, I know I'm not cooler. [ he wears flannel and denim shirts. it was probably a fashion faux pas of the highest kind but marcos' fashionista phase had ended when he'd left the sharp suits of the cartel behind.

now, it was dressing for the weather, dressing for comfort, and dressing in case someone shot him. had to plan for everything.

he follows her inside the bar, almost amused as just how take charge and proactive with things she is, even in something as simple as finding their way to a bar. ]

I don't know if I like what I'm finding. [ because he hasn't found much yet. ] This isn't where I'm supposed to be, though. I do know that.

[ his place was back with the underground, doing what he could to help people who couldn't help themselves. and now here he was, one of those people that couldn't help himself. ]