"See? Tits," Wrath said, going to snag the burrito out of George's hands before he dropped that like his jaw.
"Georgie!" Patty cried out, desperation and need evident in his voice. And then he was launching himself at his brother like a pale, ginger-haired homing missile. "I was so scared."
"Jesus fucking Christ," Wrath muttered, taking a bite of the burrito.