Hey. I had a damn good reason for dropping out of college.

[But he isn't yelling anymore. He's getting too old for this, he thinks. Maybe he should start getting his blood pressure checked more regularly, because it has to spike when he gets moving on all cylinders. If he has a heart attack, Connor, Dinah, and Mia are going to take away beef and control the food shopping.

Nah. Roy will slip him burgers. It'll be fine.]

I'm not treating you like a teenager, but there are roving street gangs in this city. I'm not about to let you get killed.

[Not again. The words are just there, in his head unbidden, even as the sentence is leaving his mouth. He can't hide the cringe.]