“Just encouraging that dislike of us with that man, huh?” Bishop chuckled, well aware that hell would likely freeze over before Isaac Callahan ever decided the Hellhounds were anything but the criminals they were. Bishop couldn’t say he blamed him, they had done atrocious things in the name of a rebellion that had been more of a vendetta, top that off with one of the rogues having attacked the lawyer, and well, they had a long ways to go to earn any kind of footing with the Department of Justice’s commissioner.
This wasn’t the first time Bishop had had to move on from someone. There had been Willa and it had taken him a fucking long time to heal from their break up. Still, Willa had at least given him the decency of telling him she was leaving him. Teagan hadn’t done the same, and maybe it hadn’t been her choice, but he had a feeling he would never know what had happened to her, or worse, if she was even alive anymore.
Bishop shrugged a shoulder and let a sigh escape. “Thing is, I ain’t sure if I have moved on, or if I’ve just gone numb to the loss,” he had never been a man ruled by his emotions, so it wasn’t beyond him to numb himself to the feeling of loss. “But it felt okay, being there last night,” even if he had only gone in support of Demi and Cherry, Bishop had had a couple good conversations.
“Met a nurse from the LBJ who was a real spitfire, pretty, blonde and opinionated,” Bishop began, smiling at the memory of Babs. “Also got to know Amanda, our government baby-sitter better.” He tacked on, smile still in place as he recalled how their conversation had gone. “Don’t think anything will come of either of those conversations, but I ain’t sure I really want it to either…” Bishop was admittedly content with his life as it was, with his boys and Bunny -- they had morphed into a sort of family over the last four months and he couldn’t really imagine his life changing from how it was.