“You look like s**t,” Tony huffed, sitting down next to Kyle who had arrived at his home, desolate and lonely. Kyle would drink himself into a stupor and mumble incoherently about his mate and her daughters. It didn't take Tony long to realise tha this brother was having relationship trouble. But it was time to put an end to the pity party. Tony grabbed the bottle of alcohol from Kyle and took a swig before handing it back. “You can’t hide here forever,” Tony finally stated, leaning back and looking at Kyle. “For one…you’re in my youngest son’s bedroom…and he doesn’t like sleeping in his older brother's room,” Tony went on, counting off the reasons on his fingers as Kyle looked at Tony angrily. “Two, Lana doesn’t like having a half-drunk man moping about the house all day. And three-” Tony
