"I think I remember learning the deadly sins. It's the stuff you never expect to need that ends up sticking, right?"

His voice squeaks a bit, but it's there. Steady and grounded underneath the betrayals of puberty. And his eyes haven't moved from Gus. They won't, either. If they're both walking away from here, Gus is obviously going to have to go first. He might be a bleach blond, but he still knows better than to turn his back on an impervious man.

"You don't look like the too many donuts type of guy, and you're a successful man with a family, right? That limits the options."