Dillon looks at me and winks. “What you doing, Tate?” “Washing elephants,” I say with a straight face. Dillon shoots me a confused look, not at all understanding my random response. “If you don’t want a sarcastic answer,” Cap says to him, “don’t ask a stupid question.” The elevator doors open, and Dillon rolls his eyes at both of us before walking onto the elevator. Cap cuts his eyes to mine, and he grins. He holds a palm up in the air, and I high-five him.
