In Kinn's defense, as far as Vegas is concerned, the last time they saw each other wasn't under the best of circumstances. He felt awkward too, wondering what things would be like now that there wasn't a business to run and a family reputation to protect.

Vegas didn't complain during the whole process of moving only because Pete was doing the bulk of the manual labor in handling him. He took small, shuffling steps from the chair to the futon and grunted like an old man when he was lowered onto it. Note to self: don't get shot like this again.

Once Vegas was lying down, he stared at the ceiling a moment before turning to look at his cousin. "We should talk. Tomorrow. I'm tired."