[Poggio]

He considered the mans words for a long time, most of the medical advice went in one ear and out the other, but the rest is what brewed in his stomach. “I...” The more he thought about it, the more it sounded like a laundry list of excuses. “No offense, but I do not, … I do not know or trust the Garagins enough to want to live under Ambrosia's thumb. I don't want to continue to live under my parents either. I do not know Ambrosia, and I still do not like the idea of how easily he could kill me when he is jaded with me. I feel like these nights are just a drug addiction, and when he moves on I will be left battling withdrawals and then have nothing. I prefer to have my distance.”