And that was the difference between Wilhelm and Chris. One of them at least. While they both weren't the favorite, Chris resented it. Chris felt abandoned by everyone who ever cared about him and absolutely resented Wyatt for getting everything he did. For being perfect. Wilhelm's was slightly more healthy in that he never plotted to try and smother his big brother as a toddler.

"I guess I'll have to take your word for it but, it is pretty nice in the passengers seat too."

Chris eyed the road and the interior of the car. It was. Nice. In a very 'I'd have to sell all my organs and maybe I'd be able to afford it' kind of nice. And if his brother had one? Did Wilhelm swim in his money in his free time? Or maybe his brother won the lottery? ....or robbed a bank? Hitman for the mafia?

"Annoying is a good word for it. Usually just to kill us before we kill them. Take control of the house. It's a power game, like cosmically treading water. No one side can win. But, we both keep at it anyway. We all have our roles. Even if they're stupid."

Chris paused.

"Is your brother a mafia hitman?"