"No one does," Rus makes a face. "Sometimes though, you don't have a choice. I should know that better than anyone." He nods curtly. He knows. In ways Severus couldn't even begin to imagine. He scowls, clenching his fists. "How do you mean to treat it?"
"Like a glass straw I am," Rus says blithely. "Break at the slightest provocation.
"Too right they do!" T2 pipes up. "And they make plenty enough without any more help from us!" The prospect of tax-free money has always been enough in the past. He can only believe that they're holding out for more.
Rus seriously considers pounding Severus on the back as only he can, but it's hard to breathe when your lungs are on the floor, so he just fetches him a glass of water. "Should I have said the snakes share?" he mutters to him.
I know! I know! Darn them any way! Yeah I know that too. My orthodontist was not happy. It is indeed. On him it looks good. :D