"Palomo really looked up to you, man. They all did." And he's trying to help them die. God. He should've put it all together sooner. "I think you're confused. I think you both are. When you're in a hole the first hand out is the one you cling to hardest."

God knows he understands that.

He takes a slow sip of the coffee and sighs. Real food. He's already been spoiled. "Please do. One more comment about 'tapp'n that freelancer ass' and I might do something drastic. It's like he thinks I can't hear him."