Liam is eighteen, stretching his little rookie wings, and Mike is thirty, on the wrong end of his career, starting to look retirement right in the eye. He’s too old for the shit they’ve got going, but he’s gotten in too deep to cut himself free, and he’s made his peace with that too. Well, minus some wailing and gnashing his teeth whenever he remembers that during his own rookie year, Liam was in the first fucking grade.
