He rose an eyebrow high and looked at her. "Tightwad?" he asked. "No way, I aint not tightwad, I just..." She was probably right though because he couldn't think of an excuse for the way he was. He had lost too much to ever be careless again. "I just... I gotta take care of my own ya know? I don't got much so I gotta watch out for what I do have."
He only nodded when she asked him about his dealing. "Yeah, it was the only way a young kid could make any money and that's what my ma needed," he tried not to scowl but it just along with the territory when he was talking about his mom. He had sacrificed nearly everything for her and she had given him nothing in return, not even the motherly love he thought came along with moms. "I stopped dealing when I moved here with me aunt though and let me tell you, life has been a lot less complicated and a lot less fucked up."
"Mack's good people and so is Little Red," he said of Tatum, if she had been listening carefully, she would have heard the subtle endearment that came along with the nickname. "Still not sure about that Apple Pear kid though," his eyes flicked toward the door as if Apple would just appear out of nowhere. "Just... be careful man, I know you deal to a tamer crowd but the tame crowd can be just as mean as anyone else."