Posey sniffs off to the side, grabbing all of our attention. When he looks around the room, he says, “I think . . . I think there’s something in my eye.” Silas pushes his shoulder. “Just fucking cry if you’re going to cry. Be a goddamn man about it.” “Yeah, look at Halsey. He’s not trying to hide his emotions,” Pacey says. “Or Eli.” “I’m not hiding it,” Posey says as he turns away and wipes at his eyes. “You’re an idiot.” Silas loops his arm over Posey’s shoulders and guides him to the door. “See you downstairs, man.” Pacey offers me a salute.
