Jim glared for a moment as the truth of the comment sunk in, and then slouched in his chair.

“Why are you having a go? I lost the bleeding auction anyway.”

“Because I don’t want you doing something silly. You know, like spending two years savings on a plane that can’t even fly -“

“Oh shut it!” Jim had had enough. His brother was being eminently reasonable, and somehow that made it worse. “So you’re so much older and more responsible -“

“Yes, which means saving my little brother from being an idiot is in the job description.”