Albert didn't comment, not at first. He didn't want to entertain his brother's childishness; even at twelve-years-old, Albert hadn't been as immature as his twenty-seven-year-old brother! Which probably said something about what kind of child he was rather than his brother, but whatever. Albert pursued his lips and rolled his eyes at David's second remark.

"You could always mess with Thom. You remember he exists, right?" he asked with high brows.