The problem now—and this was what had him both grieving and confused—was the fact that he had switched chutes with Pete back in the hangar. The pilot had told Pete to take one and Leo the other. But the chute he’d offered to Pete had been right at Leo’s feet, and a chute was a chute, and so Leo had taken the one nearest him. Hadn’t thought twice about it, was just being a curmudgeonly older brother. It was what he did, both who he was and what he was supposed to be.
