"So you think I should just wish away the competing ban?" Rook asks with a nasty little smile that he directs at his brother's profile. "Light a fucking candle, positive thoughts? What?"

He rolls his lip between his teeth, amusement draining off his features like oil from waves.

Blip, blip. Go. He's steps forward before Jay does, doggedly, leading with his forehead, annoyance clear in his steps. This is why he'd rather not hang out with Jay or anyone else for that matter. Everyone has a fucking opinion about what he's doing and how he's doing something wrong.

There's something wrong, sure, in him. And that something wrong is going to get people hurt. He'd rather those people not be the ones he likes and cares about.