"Not a lot," Wayne answered simply. "Mostly just work, these days. I work 4-2 four days a week, pretty mush sleep the rest of the time." He paused. "That sounds depressing, now that I'm hearing it aloud. I was just living with my mum until she heard about this Monument Alley thing and threw me out. Sure, the work is terrible, but it puts food on the table and buys shoes."
Seriously. Rhys outgrew shoes like it was his fucking job. And if he wasn't outgrowing them, he was wearing them out.
"It's just been about my family so long. Taking care of my family. Sorta..." Sorta forgot about me, he didn't say.
How does a person segue into oh by the way when I say family I mean the child I accidentally had at sixteen?