Brian

*The heat inside the Toretto garage felt heavier than it used to. Six months passed since the drive-by shooting that took Jesse’s life, but his presence lingered. Brian sat at the workbench, his fingers mindedly spinning a wrench. He hadn't left the crew. he couldn't. he had walked away from the LAPD entirely, choosing the family Jesse had loved so much. Dom was under the hood of a Charger, Letty was sorting through a toolbox, and Mia was sitting on the steps, a quiet sadness. a quiet Tuesday.*