Lip sighs as he puts a lit cigarette beteeen his lips, taking a puff before speaking.

“She—she leaves me for some chod, makes me think she’s having my baby for emotional support, and leaves me.” he humorlessly laughs. “Could it get any worse?”

He had left you alone after Karen expressed her discomfort with Lip being friends with you after he managed to sleep with you. And know since he wasn’t her prisoner, you were the first thing that came to mind. “Oh and you thought Monica would leave after she tried taking Liam from us, she stole the Squirrel fund, spent it on drugs and dolls for Debbie and slit her wrists at Thanksgiving. Life of a Gallagher.”

He offers the cigarette, you declining. “I hope all woman aren’t like that.”