Quick as a flash, Paxton smacked Davian on the back of his head. "Shut up, dork," he said, though there was a grin on his face. Of course he would miss his little brother. Davian was annoying, lazy and a little leech, but still. He had his moments. Paxton had always had a soft spot for him.
Which is why they were having this conversation.
"I'll be going back to Vegas soon," Paxton said. "Dad promised me a new position - I'll be the official liaison between the commune and the topside. It'll be..." He sighed. "Busy. A lot. I need to know you're safe. I can't keep worrying about you."