Thanks, Jordan. He came to the pub to escape the doom and gloom and try to forget that fixtures in his life are suddenly gone. He heaves a sigh.

"Itchy delivered me. Frankie was off Deck. Hard to think of the place without him. And Lance...." He'd wanted to be Lance when he was a kid.

He cocks one hip, leaning a bit on his pool cue and watches the break. It had been almost twenty years, but he still remembers what looking out for a kid brother had been like.

"He'll be apples with you keeping an eye on him."