"Don't even joke about that," Brian said, fully fucking serious. Lucky for him, both sides of his family seemed to have men with hair well into their seventies, but it still wasn't something Brian wanted to think about.

With the car out of sight, Gus reached for Max instead, curling one hand in Max's sleeve and using the leverage to pull himself to his feet. The sofa wasn't quite as sturdy a place to stand as the floor and he wobbled, bending his knees to find his balance. That, of course, turned into a game. One of Gus's new favorites. Squatting. Up, down, up down. Soon, there would probably be bouncing.

Brian watched, probably a hell of a lot more charmed than he'd ever admit to being.