#♛ reply ( michael guerin )

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"It's a nice resource to have at your disposal," Michael smiled at Finn before returning to his attention to the car. He was good at his job and resourceful but sometimes it was nice to know someone who knew someone that could get the parts or had the knowledge he was looking for. All Michael could offer his friends, not that he had many, was his skills as a mechanic and his snark which never ended well for him.

While Michael would brag sometimes he also knew that bragging would draw attention and his brother didn't like that so he kept it to the few people he knew wouldn't go spread it all over. But he didn't say any of this, it wasn't fair to burden Finn. "It's what I do. I'd rather find a potential problem now then send you on your way and have you have more issues a couple miles later."

“Of course. I’ve got connections for a lot of different things, so if you need anything at all, just let me know. I like being able to hook my friends up with things, especially when they aren’t just my friend because I can do things like that,” Finn admitted, confident that he was describing Michael with his words. If the mechanic had wanted anything from him, he could have already asked for about a million things.

“You are definitely allowed to brag, and if you don’t I will listen to the bragging others have been doing for you,” he said with an easy smile. He fiddled with a tool he had picked up off the bench, he might not know what it did, but the weight in his hands was satisfying. “Thanks for being so thorough. After a couple hundred miles on the trip here I was getting worried. I know Grandpa had her looked at while I was gone, but she’d been sitting without being used regularly for a few years. I’m not ready for her to have a catastrophic failure.”

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"Maybe," Michael chuckled as he looked at Gloria. He was cocky most of the time, at least to outsiders but deep down he wasn't. he wasn't as cocky as he put on because he didn't think he deserved to be like that about himself. He pushed those thoughts from his mind and moved to get into the tow truck.

"You flatter me," he chuckled. "I should be able too. It just depends on what needs to be done and if I need to order the parts or not. I don't like to take too long but I can't make any promises." He didn't want to keep her waiting and he didn't want to make her worry about her car. "You have any place to stay? Anyone you need to call?"

“I doubt those people have curls that rival yours,” Gloria said playfully before slipping her camera back into its bag which she slung over her shoulder. Her steps were light as she bounced her way to the passenger side of the tow truck where she jumped up into the seat easily. It had been nice to be out and about to stretch her legs after all the driving she had been doing, but she was ready to get back to civilization.

“You are the expert in the area, your skills, and your rivals,” she said with an easy shrug, making sure to buckle her seat belt. “Though, the online reviews do suggest you are correct. I’m fine with you working on my Baby as long as you think you’ll be able to fix her. I can wait however long I need. It’s not like I’m travelling with an itinerary or anything.”

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"You're not going to lose me, Iz," Michael promised softly as he looked at her. He didn't want to think about losing them but he wasn't going to feel bad about helping Arturo. He watched her carefully, wondering what was eating at her or if it was normal worry. He hated to see Isobel worry about him, but he knew she did. "I promise," he promised and looked at her. "It doesn't help that it feels like we're in the middle of something that even I don't really understand."

"Yeah well, you're important to me too. I can deal with losing my husband. But losing you and Max--" she took a deep breath and looked away, taking another sip of the drink she had in her hands. Isobel knew she couldn't tell him how to run his life, but she was lying if she wasn't tempted to demand it. Michael was his own person and as stubborn as he was, he wasn't an idiot either. She knew he knew what he was doing. "Just be careful okay? I keep having this feeling like the other shoe is gonna drop any second."

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"No one else was around, what was I supposed to do Izzy?" Michael asked as he raised an eyebrow towards the blonde. He wasn't about let Liz's father deal with that on his own. He got enough crap without other's looking away. "Besides she's one of Alex's best friends," he admitted gently.

"So you're taking a page out of Max's book and playing savior?" she replied quickly before taking a sip. She wasn't really annoyed. But rather wishing they could stay a little more under the radar. Michael had his moments-- but he usually let other people figure it out on their own. Like she was right now. Trying to figure out who she was after the trauma. Probably a little more irritable than usual, but she earned the right to be at least a bit snippy while she picked herself back up.