"The tat?"

That's an easy request. He pushes up his sleeve to show off what's marked on his skin. One finger traces the tombstone, resting on the name at its top. "It's my dad's gravestone. My own tribute to him, he died about fifteen years ago." The whole Fallen Brothers part he leaves be, 'cause he doesn't feel like going into the history of SAMCRO now. It'd take forever.

Besides, if she's that curious, she can ask.