"Yeah," he shrugged. Misha thought it was better than having no one. Sure, he could send for his sisters, but did he really want to be that much of a bastard? No way. One was married and one was busy finding herself or being a lesbian or whatever, so there was no reason to ruin any of that; he loved them too much to put them through the same shit that he was enduring.
"How old are you, kid?" It made sense for him to live at home if he was little, and he sounded like he was. Misha didn't think Lavinia had told him much about her brother, though he was sure she had her reasons. "Also, I need to be led to the apple pies, if that's all right with you." Might as well make use of the help while he had it.