“I know we said...about Montreal...but...” Ilya crossed his arms and leaned against a wall. “We probably shouldn’t,” Hollander finished. “No?” “No. I mean...obviously, right?” Ilya watched Hollander run a nervous hand through his damp hair. “It’s stupid,” Hollander said, more to himself than to Ilya. “This is stupid. I don’t know why we did this. Again.”

