"Now, why would that be?" He said it wide-eyed, playing innocent, maybe a bit cruelly. "I must be missing something, because I can't think of a single thing to be worried about."

He collapsed onto her couch, reaching for a little plastic truck Gus had discarded.

"The next couple of days are the easy part, Luce," he said, without any of his usual bullshit. "He's finally got his head out of his ass. At least now we can stop watching him pretend like everything's fine."