The story was long and winding, full of digressions and tangents. Bringing up Warren's plan meant bringing up the museum, which meant bringing up how he'd been watched since birth, which meant bringing up what he'd seen in that alley in more detail, which meant...

It was a mess. And by the time they both got through all of it, the moon was high in the dark sky and the sound of crickets had faded into the inky stillness of the middle of the night. Jake listened to Jermaine's final note with a laugh of his own, sounding tired and wrung out.

"Aw c'mon, don't get started on that... you and me, we're brothers." Said with the sureness of someone who needed that to be true. "Brothers are different all the time. Look at Finn."