"Duke," Wade said. He seemed . . . pretty normal, for Wade at least. "You're back. Gonna argue with me about running this place some more?"

"Actually, I'm here to drag you the hell out of Haven," Duke said, jaw tight. "You can't stay here. You get that now, right?"

"Look, can you find me some rags while we fight?" Wade asked. "Soda spilled in my car --"

"Nathan says you almost killed a troubled guy! The only reason that you are standing here and not in jail is because I told him I would handle it!"

Wade dropped his gaze and nodded. "It won't happen again," he said. "I was acting crazy. I just wanted what you had. . . . What Dad gave you."