"Too right." And yet, Alastair couldn't make himself move toward the remote to turn off the news. It was morbidly captivating, and not in the trainwreck sort of way. Instead, he patted the bed next to him, inviting Kiryu to come sit down. "At least it's not...home. It's not our stuff going up in flames, even if I did live in L.A. once. It wasn't this L.A...."