Ted had been holding back eye rolls all night, but he couldn’t contain this one. He gave a glorious, obvious, fuck-you eye roll to his brother. “Go home, Wally. You’re drunk.” He turned, taking Ryan’s arm.
“Sell me your half of the house.”
Ted turned back, frowning. What new ridiculousness was this? “The South Park house? If you want it, all right.”
Wally narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
The boy who no one had ever told no was suspicious of a yes? Really? Ted laughed dryly. “What will I do with it? Fill it with children?”
“We could adopt,” Ryan piped up.
Ted gave him a dirty look. Not helping
“Just like that?” Wally shook his head. “You’ll sell?”
“Absolutely.” It’d be a relief to get rid of the responsibility for the old place. It could go to hell for all Ted cared. “Have Mitcham draw something up.”
“I…will, then,” Wally said slowly.
“Good,” replied Ted.
Wally said, “Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Good!”
Ryan gave Ted’s shoulder a little shake. “Okay, this is getting ridic—”