"If trying hard and pulling yourself up by your bootstraps actually worked there'd be a world full of millionaires retired to their mansions with their hot trophy wives. But that's not how shit works." He shrugs, living too much in the moment to really understand Carlisle's obsession with the future - something impossible to predict. "You controlled it there didn't you? Don't know what the hell you're so worried about."

He shifts ever so slightly from where' he's leaning against the wall, because is Carlisle actually glaring at him? Oh that's rich. That's real cute.