Bobby didn’t know how to feel, he felt a sense of pride that his brother wanted to work with him, but he knew Ace. Ace wasn’t cut out for the kind of work he did, it was dangerous and he didn’t know if he wanted his brother involved.
In all honesty, Bobby wasn’t exactly proud of what he did but if it meant he could provide for his family then he didn’t care. he loved his brother but he wasn’t sure his brother could handle doing what he did… he needed time to think about it.
Ace sat there in silence, he knew better than to argue with his big brother. There was no one he looked up to more than Bobby, he didn’t care that what Bobby did was sort of illegal, Ace had never met a better man than his brother, and there was no one else he would rather work for.