Bullseye blinked. "Jeeze, that's a lot of feeling' for a walkin' corpse. Ya know, seems like ya need a diversion -- but if yer insisting, check the local hospitals, that kinda shit."
"I'll pop by. Ya need anything -- other than yer waste of space twin?" He stopped a beat. "Never saw the point of him or why you care."
Aaron paused, once again reminding himself that blowing up at people hadn't helped him in the past and it probably wouldn't help now. Like Bullseye didn't know what obsession was like. But hey, Aaron liked having his limbs attached, so he wasn't about to say that out loud.
"Already did," he muttered. First places he'd checked, considering Ace probably desperately needed a doctor. But no, nothing.
"I don't expect you to get it." Lie. "Just— Whatever. I could use a distraction." Sitting around in his kitchen glaring at his phone wasn't going to make the PIs work faster.
Had Aaron referred to obsession, Bullseye still wouldn't have seen how that could possibly apply to Ace. To him, his obsessions were on people who mattered, bad ass motherfuckers and fuckers who somehow evaded him. Ace... Ace was a crippled pet.
"A'it, I'll be there." He paused a beat, a part of him - Lester - realizing that some social graces were needed. "It'll work out, Cowboy. One way or another. Worst case, I'll get ya a new ID. Like WitSec but no marshal all up your ass."
It had been a contingency that he'd planned for in case Ace or David decided to seek vengeance. he still found that unlikely, despite the good grounds Ace had for it. Bunny was scared shitless and wouldn't tell his boy jack shit.
"I'll bring food."