"Thank you," Jack growled, nearly sulky, and he rolled his eyes again. It was depressing how easily Evie could push all his buttons again, reducing him to a child with two syllables. He rubbed his face once more and gave Nick a shy smile.
"We'll take it easy, you know. Nothing stressful." Other than the funeral, of course, but he left that unsaid. "You, uh...want anything in particular at home? Food, or...books or...shit like that?" He remembered himself at 20 but even without knowing Nicky well, he could imagine that his younger brother was different. Porn and video games might not be his thing.