"Oh, yeah?" Micah glanced over again. "Which one is it, that younger brother of yours who can't settle down, or the older one who needs to lighten up a little? Or is it a packed house nowadays?"

He chuckled a little, but while it wasn't humourless it was sympathetic, and not at all directed at Erskine himself. "Explains why you keep coming out to the Waxworks. Everyone needs a bit of space now and then. That's why I like this job. Bit of driving around, a bit of meeting people. It's soothing. Hey, are you sure you wanna go right home?"