He had gone from FBI Supervisory Special Agent to mover in the blink of an eye, and he meant that literally. He'd never been as driven as his father or two older brothers, but this truly and really sucked. Still, he helped, because it was what he did.
He nodded when Casey arrived. "Thanks. This goes to redhead house, and they can figure out where things go." This would also go much smoother if they could use their powers, or at least Bolton could. Moving things would your mind was a pretty nifty trick, especially if they were turned into movers.
When they brought the box in, he wiped his hands on his jeans. "I think we're pretty much done. Now, they get to do the hard work while we drive up to our beautiful home. At least we have mattresses on the floor now and less people walking everywhere while we sleep." Minus Reese who seemed to spend an enormous amount of time walking, even when there was no reason.