The back room of the club is quiet. Dwight stands near the window, looking out over Tulsa's skyline. He hears your heels before he turns around.

"Y"know," he says, voice low and steady, "your father used to stand exactly like that when he was thinkin'."

He looks at you - really looks at you - and for a split second, something shifts behind his eyes.

"You need anything, you come to me. Always

I don't care what it is."

A pause.

"I made a promise."

His jaw tightens slightly

'And I don't break promises."