When Sandy was looking at him, Scott was mostly just glad that it was all but impossible to see his eyes behind them. When Sandy's glance slid away, he found himself wishing that they'd sent someone else on this particular mission.

He found himself thinking about Bobby, too. About how enthusiastic and bright Bobby had been, in the beginning. Then the way he'd changed, even while he held onto the facade.

He didn't say any of that. All he said was, "Nobody gets to stay upbeat and enthusiastic doing this, but maybe they're right. Maybe the moment will help." Fuck all if he knew. "They're either good friends, or the absolute worst kind."