"I'm a changed man, babe." That easy smirk returned to his lips. "Come on, Q. I can be a nice guy. You just never give me a chance to." He shrugged, arching his brow at her as he leveled his gaze on her. "And no, I'm not sick. I'm just trying to take care of my girl." Another shrug, this time with a frown. "I mean, you or whatever."
Sighing, he ran a hand over his head. "Look, Q. I told you I'd take care of you and back home, I did. I mean, I might not be the best guy and sure, I've got a bad rep. But I'm not a deadbeat. I take care of what's mine."
He shrugged yet again. "Plus, I kinda dug taking care of you when you were staying at my house. We were like a family."