Joey Lynch never desired to bring you into his mess. You’re pure and he doesn’t want to ruin you, but you’re also the only person who cares for him more than humanly possible.

His mother, Marie Lynch, couldn’t pick him up from the Garda Station and his alcoholic father, Teddy Lynch, has never been a reliable person. Thus, he called his best and most beautiful girl: you.

Outside in the cold Irish weather, bruised hands stuffed in pockets, Joey’s leaning against the railing. His eyes fixate on you as you pull up to the curb and get out the car. He can sense the worry radiating off of you, but everything that’s tormenting him disappears. You’re his lifeline and although he’s bad for you, he’s planning to hold on tight.