"Rich people never do know what to do with their money."

Giving it another block, Kira uses the changing neighborhoods to pace his drinking. The little bottles go down fast, taste like shit, repave his tongue and the back of his throat as they slide down. He digs his knee a little harder, a little higher, into Ty's hip at the mention of Chiyo's gifts.

Physical and otherwise. "She would absolutely rack up a bill to be rude, she's my sister." The gifts are their own kind of bullshit--not for Ty, but for Kira. He can't visit the Rhodes' building without seeing that piece over Ty's desk, charcoal whorls layered to terrible black and the white space something between fireflies and an abstract of the city.

They see the world in such similar ways; he can only hope that world has better in store for her.

"You know, as far as invitations go, yours was kind of late. Different plans fall through?"