Like I don't know my favorite brother's a slob. Grant glances at a forgotten medical textbook lying on the table. Unless something else comes up. Like I don't know what. He shifts, turning to stretch out on the couch.
Grant looks at the ceiling, and says nothing.
Grant takes in a breath. When he wants to be. The day I'm happy, you can shoot me. There is another lull. Robbie says to bring you one'a his paintin's.