Sy and Luke, Post-Bailout
"Yeah," Luke agreed. He watched the smoke rise from his brother's cigarette and wished, irrationally, that he could amuse him (or at least himself) by making some small animal or word out of the smoke like he used to. He hadn't tried to call for his Gift lately, but as he did now, though he thought he could feel a breeze trying to stir, nothing happened. "A rough night," he agreed.
He was quiet too, for a minute, and then he said, "Was anything good about the party? Or did you just... go so you could hit Leese?"