"Thank God it's a fold out couch. I won't get funny with him, I know the house rules." They were on the fridge, written by Mick and in all caps was AXEL KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY SITTER and Axel wasn't dumb enough to miss that point. He followed behind Leonard, head down, hating himself and his dad a lot right now. "A lot. I want to go blow some shit up."

He looked at Leonard and shrugged his shoulders. "He hurt me, I can't hurt him so I want to hurt something."