Ken watched as she walked toward Jay telling him she was sorry, he watched his friends face soften for a moment before going back to his mean expression. She then stepped back bowing to the two men, Ken felt a bit uncomfortable. He held his hand out toward her waiting for her to take it. "I accept of course, I have no one else" he told her before looking toward Jay who was hesitant.<br/><br/>Jay with his hands in his pockets shifted from foot to foot wondering what he should do, if he should find his own path or stay next to his brother like always. Jay watched Ken as he held out his hand, devoting his life to this woman who had the balls to strike him, but then again she didn't know his past.<br/><br/>No one other than KC would ever know Jays past, He didn't like anyone calling up stupid things he done when he was younger, things he would do just to service on the street. To get money just for dinner because he never had enough money for food, on the street he was a whore for hire and muscle for clubs, he was never proud of what he done, but at least he lived through it. Not many people could service like he did, they would have been put into jail or a home until they were of age. Jay on the other hand learned young how to stay under cop raiders, where to sleep when it was cold outside, what places would let you sit inside and sip a cup of water. Jay sighed softly, he was seriously over thinking this and going off into a black hole, he held his hand out also nodding his head a bit. "I'm in...just no more hitting" he told her softly.