Ryder gripped the coffee cup tighter, the styrophome nearly crumpling in his grasp. Did he really have to listen to this bullshit for the umpteenth time? He could feel his face souring, glaring, but he didn't speak up. He never did. Jamison, how ever, did speak up- as per usual. Ryder jerked his gaze to the right, listening strenuously to his brother. This time, thankfully, Jamison spoke exactly the thoughts that paraded through Ryder's mind.