"He'll learn, one way or another."
Morgan almost snorted. "When the kid shows us some respect, I'll return the favor." He thought about Volos for a second. The kid had guts, and an attitude. And was using it to hurl himself down a dark path. Morgan didn't want to get out bed, or face the day, or the amount of work he had to acomplish. A series of gang murders with no leads and their best suspect was one of the victims. He sighed, scratching at his right eye socket absent-mindedly. He plopped back down, pulling Reito down with him, kissing him again while his hands played along his back. "The kid'll have to learn that he's got to listen to us. If he doesn't, he's not going to have an easy time of it. Not that he's had one anyway. Neither did I, but at least I didn't go around hating the world." He seemed to be speaking more to himself than to Reito, and then he sighed again and slowly pulled himself away from Reito and the bed. "And fine, I'll shower now, but you owe me one later." He told his boyfriend with a wicked smile.