"Tink," I snapped. "I didn't ask you to come out here to talk about Ren." "But I want to talk about him. You guys barely spoke to each other in there. That's weird." I took a deep breath. "I know. We had a fight last night, but it'll be okay. It'll be fine." "What?" Concern flashed across his face. "Like a big fight? Or a small one? Oh my God, are you two breaking up? Who will I live with?" "Who will you live with?" I gaped up at him. "You're not twelve and you're not our kid." "But I need to be taken care of. Loved. I need access to Amazon Prime." "Then get a job, Tink. You look human enough to do it." "A job?" Absolute horror filled his face. "The loss of blood must've done something to your brain because you're out of your mind."