"Fuck you," Rook mutters as he wrenches his arm free finally. He might call Jay, might. But right now he's not going to agree to any terms that seem both infuriating and ridiculous.

That small voice inside him says if the situation was reversed he would pack Jay into the trunk of his car and hold him against his will until the crazy would seep out of him. But he's not in any mood to do any self-reflection here, not now.

Just let him be.

He turns on his heels and heads back towards the construction site without another word said to his brother.