In the back of his head his conscious shouted at him that he didn't have anything permanent here that was actually his. This club was his father's and Mr. Sypher's, technically. So was the apartment. Rhiannon, Harvey and their house belonged to them. Not to him.
He picked up his drink off the bar, waited for Mr. Sypher to pick his up and dipped his head, drink in hand. "Maybe permanence here. Something that is mine without stipulation." Maybe a wife and a little girl, he thought briefly as a smile flashed on his lips.