"I think that's th'most fuckin' brilliant thing I've heard all day." Exclaimed Connor.
"So s'just you an' y'brother here, innit? Not such a bad turn of events, knowin' it could've been just you on y'lonesome. I know how y'feel when y'say that s'a damn good thing. I would've been utterly fuckin' lost without Murph here. There's nothin' quite so reliable as family. Would've liked to have some other familiar faces, but th'people I've met are jus' great, so far. Not that I get out much, got a real nine-to-five f'once, which is a hell of a lot more strange than how we got here in th'first fuckin' place." He took up the new pint and took a nice, long drink of it.
"Was talkin' to God earlier, she says that s'all random, but if it's meant t'be, we might wind up havin' more'n just our lonesomes here. I'm anticipatin' one or two, m'self, but I'm not holdin' m'breath."