"Well, to each his own." Someone passes with drinks and FP grabs a glass, glances at his companion with a quirked brow. The man doesn't look like he's a beer guy, that's for sure.

He has to down half the drink in one go at that question. "Yeah, I've done some pretty messed up shit for the people I care about."

For people he doesn't care about too, actually. Not for promises, though. FP's shit at promises, shit with keeping to his word and better in action except. Sometimes it bites him in the foot immediately, but he thinks he's doing better in the long run. He did better than his old man, all things considering. One of his kids still talks to him.