"City boys? Ha. I bloody wish. I haven't been in a sodding city since Manchester. And I was 14 when we did that, before Raphael was alive and kicking." He supposed they were in a few cities as they drove through but they hadn't had a proper home in a while. They were less city boys and more commune livers who were trying hard to be something other than uneducated idiots. "We drove up from Utah and not the urban part of it, I mean way out in the sticks."

He lead Bobby out of the bedroom and then paused in the hall, gesturing down at the floor. "These are a bit fucked and the roof is leaky here too." He let Bobby write notes before he laughed to himself. "I'm definitely not a country boy, just to clarify. More of a roamer. A little out of sorts, we are. We didn't expect to leave home so suddenly, of course."