“Alright, I’m turning in,” Ryatt says as he gets to his feet. “Sick of wearing this fucking helmet.” “I prefer it. Means I don’t have to look at your ugly mug.” Even though I can’t see it, I can feel him roll his eyes. “Yeah, fuck off.” “Just admit that you missed me,” I tell him. “I know that’s why you came back. Using Hojat as an excuse.”
