I appreciated that Jake said I wasn't his subordinate. Sometimes I felt like Dad treated me like someone he could order around, like his military was seeping into his parenting. I mean, he probably did think he could boss me around just on account of being my father, and maybe he did. But at sixteen I thought I was old enough to make my own decisions, too. I felt like Jake respected that a little more, for all his worrying.

"Alright, be disrespectful to you, got it." I saluted him with my fork, smirking.