I crossed to the bar cart and poured myself a drink, just to have something to do with my hands. Rush looked like he wanted to keep arguing, but wisely kept his mouth shut. It was a rare day when Rush pissed me off as much as Beck. Both of them were basically my only family, but unlike Beck, who never seemed aware of how fucking lucky he was to still be breathing, Rush was more conscious of when he was close to a broken nose. Lately, though, he didn’t seem to give a fuck anymore. I could guess who’s influence that was.
