"And what job is that now? Last I checked the project got shut down- and yet." He flicks his fingers at Wash's armor, because it is pretty damn close to if not an exact replica of what he wore during the project. "And if it was nothing personal I'd still have my crate of MRE's. I mean, shit, they're MRE's so yeah I hate them too, but what did Salsbury steak and chicken a la king ever do to you, man?"

And that. Well. That's a whole other kettle of fish right fucking there.

"IT didn't take and they ghosted you. No files, no marker, no trail. For a year solid I thought you died in the crash and it was my fault." And then some kind of word got out about a kid named david and he'd chased it down to find fuck and all.