Michael walked along with the Don, his eyes glazing over from lack of sleep. When he heard his uncle talk to someone he looked up, and for a second he was wide awake. Seeing Celio at the top of the stairs with that eager, shit-eating grin on his face was almost enough to make him forget that he hadn't had proper sleep in over two days. Then his body caught up with his brain, and all of the complaints started kicking in from all over his body about why he really shouldn't hit the guy. It was still a great thing to see the grin slide off of his face when his uncle so casually dismissed him, showing him that he wasn't even worth the time right now.<br/><br/>Walking into the office Michael was struck with the last time he had been here, had that really only been a day ago? He went over to the small bar and poured two decent helpings of whiskey on the rocks, one for him and one for the Don, before sitting down in the chair that he had vacated just over twenty-four hours ago after delivering news that would change his family forever.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"I figured the next few days would be rough uncle, just tell me what you need from me."</span>