Rikers Island Prison
~ Rikers Island, New York City ~
~ Rikers Island, New York City ~
James held Lucy as tight as he comfortably could, trying to take in as much from the brief physical contact as he could before they had to release each other. He let out a sigh as he returned to his seat before any of the corrections officers decided to throw their weight around. As soon as Lucy was sat across from him, he could see he familiar look of worry in her eyes. "I've missed you too, love. Every single minute," he assured her. When she pointed out the marks on his face, he casually shrugged to try ease and dismiss her concerns about him. As always, she had him all worked out and knew he was tell her he was fine. He always did.
He didn't like hearing Lucy was having problems on the outside, even if it did make a change from hearing over and over again about the troubles inside jail - both the mundane and the serious. He just needed to hear about something else - especially where his family was concerned. Hearing Thomas was still ignoring Lucy was disappointing. He hated that he was powerless intervene and talk some sense into their youngest son. "That's not right, Luce. It's one thing him not bothering to call or visit his own father, but there's no excuse for him to be cutting you off like this. If I wasn't in here, I'd have to talk some manners into him. You know..." he began, the cogs ticking in his head as his conversation with Nicholas was still weighing on his mind. "Maybe you and Olivia should go back Dublin for a while. You've left everything behind, just for me. Back in Dublin, you can be closer to Thomas and have a better chance at patching things up."
He leaned back in his seat whilst shaking his head. Not only was he upset that Thomas was hurting Lucy by cutting her off, but the fact his son hadn't even spoken to him in some time was disheartening too. "I hope Conor knows what he's doing." He folded his arms as he thought about the situation. "I know Thomas is an adult and old enough to make his own decisions, but I didn't want him to end up working for Conor. I wanted him to break the cycle and stay away from the life my dad pushed me into, and away from the life I allowed Syd to end up in. I thought it would be different with Thomas. That's why I stepped down when I did all those years ago. I don't have any say in the matter from my place in this shithole, but I'm not happy Thomas has ended up tangled in this too." Figuring offloading likely wasn't helping Lucy's nerves, he sat forward again and sent her a reassuring smile. "Just tell me Olivia is still doing her own thing working at the gym. At least she calls me, but she could just be telling me what she thinks I want to hear," he joked. Before being arrested, James had been teaching Olivia to fight and use firearms. For him, it had been so the girl could defend herself, but he knew she took after her late mother and wanted to be a part of the Irish Mob too.
Lucy soon brought the attention back onto the marks on James' face and he let out a light chuckle. "You're right, love. I am fine," he assured her. "You didn't see the other guy, but if you had, you wouldn't be worrying about a few marks on me. You know how it goes, Luce. I have to throw my weight around often enough to remind the others who's in charge. I spent a week in the hole for this one, mind you, so I'm sorry I couldn't speak on the phone during that time," he apologised to her.
James raised a curious eyebrow as he thought about what else Lucy had said. "Come on then. Dare I ask for you to fill me in on what else has been going on?" he asked, though his tone told her he really did want to know. As frustrating as it was not being actively able to do anything from jail, it was still a break away from the monotony to hear what was going on outside of the prison walls.