The death of their father was a sobering topic for just about any Guthrie sibling. It was the ultimate trump card, an argument ender. Jay's gaze dropped to the tops of his scuffed sneakers. When Sam turned to stalk off, Jay pushed himself up to stand. His mouth opened to speak, but he wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't soft enough to offer an apology for what he'd said, as he could be just as bullheaded as any member of the family tree.
Thankfully Sam turned around on his own and with the mention of his team assignment, gave Jay a reason to roll his eyes. "Lotta work? Naw, 'jes some stupid lookin' suit Ah'm supposed to wear." His hands slipped into his pockets and Jay rocked back on his heels. "It jes' seems like an awful lotta trainin' fer fightin'."