"This HankMed check you wrote," Hank said, sitting at the table, "it just bounced."

Sitting at the sofa, Evan made the face of a man who expected that very thing to happen, and braced himself for the lashing he knew his brother would feel morally obligated to dish out. "Really?" Evan asked.

"Yes, really," and came over to stand over the sofa. "It ends now, Evan, the lying...the greed," Hank was saying.

Evan missed part of that as his brain yawned - his brother was that predictable. "Uh-huh."

Tossing the papers - bounced check and bills - onto the couch, "Fix this," Hank tells him. "Now," and turns and starts to leave.

Evan waits until Hank is almost at the door. "No."

That gets Hank to turn around. "What?" he asks.

"I said no."

"Yeah I heard you, I just -"

"What? Just what, Henry?" Evan asks. "Just figured you could snap your fingers and I'd do what you tell me to? Not this time."

"You owe them -"

"Because, for once, bro, you promised them the moon - you know, the sort of thing you and Divs hate me doing? Well now it's blown up in your face, and I wouldn't pay what they're asking even if I could."

Something about that last few words stuck in Hank's ear. "'Even if you could', Evan? This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that the check bounced, would it?"

"It's like they always used to tell us," Evan said: "'You can't take it with you.'"

"What?" Hank asked.

"Divya's getting married and moving to England," I think. "You're dating and not-dating Jill, trying to get work at her hospital, and seeing if Boris can get you reinstated at your old job." You're so used to getting your way, bro, that when the universe decided to say No - and in a big way - you went way past Couch Potato.

"And what about you?"

"Yet again, Henry ol' boy, this isn't about me. And what I did with the HankMed money ensures exactly that."

"What did you do with the money?" Hank asks, wary.

"Wedding presents," Evan said. "Just for Divs."