[Unfortunately, bosses tend to be like cockroachs. Not that Steinbeck would blame the man, coming back from nothing, because there's something to him he understands, but...]

[Then again, fuck that guy.]

Hm.

[Now that...is a question.]

...Yeah. Of course. [He says, quietly.] I've wanted to say a lot of things to people I like. But some things have to stay under wraps, no matter what. That's how it is.

[A plainly said thing, but its something that sinks like a stone in his chest.]

Better that way.