Yeah, right, you try to open the windows out here and we're all dead. Don't even think about the airlocks, ma will kill you. Jesus.

"Shut your mouth," he snaps back, still mid-chew. Part of him's thinking about just sitting there and watching the idiot try to make it across the room like that, because he knows what's coming once Danny's finally in arm's length. He can't do that, though. He's his stupid brother. "Jesus, Danny."

He rolls his eyes and gets off his stool. "You're going to land in somebody's plate and ruin their nice dinner, just use your fucking cane. C'mere. Here." He reaches for Danny's arm.