"Yeah because that's really difficult to understand," Cal muttered, the sarcasm so thick that you could in fact cut it with a knife. He turned his head as Frankie sat next to him with her shoulder pressing into the side of his arm. "But he gives you any more shit and he'll have us to deal with."
That was how the Outsiders worked after all.
Cal shook his head and lifted his arm to wrap it around Frankie's shoulders as he pulled her a little closer, figuring she could do with the contact right now. "Nothing like that, promise. He's alright, Davies that is."