"Yeah, I'm starting to think this city isn't at all what was advertised on the brochure," he mutters back with, all right, a little bit of bitterness. He'd been looking forward to this place, because it offered his sister protection, but also because it had offered him the chance at a new start. A new life in a new place, safe and calm, and decidedly not Beacon Hills.

Well. It isn't Beacon Hills, but it has its very own special brand of crazy and, to be quite honest, it's kind of pissing him off.

"I feel more and more every day like this place only invited us to eventually get us comfortable enough here or to owe them enough to clean up their messes for them. Like we're slowly being introduced to indentured servitude, it's just not official yet and they're doing it slowly enough that hopefully we won't notice, you know?"

He could be wrong, but that would be his luck.