"Right? And even the pulling up by the bootstraps is a myth. Don't want to actually help people. Don't want to give them money or healthcare or anything that'll make their lives a little easier because they're too afraid of bloody Communism."

Why was he here to begin with?

Oh, right. Anthony.

Bloody hell.

He rubbed a hand over his face.

"I'll have another I think, and get yours as well. If you want." The last part sounded as awkward as it felt and he moved on, covering it as best he could.

"Between that and this ridiculous 'Different' business, I don't know how long I want to stay in this city."

But he had to stay because if the Different bullocks was bad news, he couldn't let Anthony face it alone. Why was his cousin always in the thick of it?