"Thank you, Doctor," he said tiredly, shooting his brother a glance that was more like a dark glower. "I've got this, my love," he said with a mutter. He reached into his pocket with his good hand and pulled out the money he carried with him in his breast pocket for occasions that called for it. He would explain later why he let his brother off the hook, but for now, he just wanted to shoo everyone out that didn't live there. There had been enough fucking chaos for one lifetime jampacked into a day.