Slade had spent his entire life perfecting the act of not caring. The mask of indifference or loud-mouthed rebellion had fused against his own face, but he felt it slipping away. Quickly, he turned around to avoid the risk of them seeing him hovering stupidly in the door, though he knew there was a slim chance that any of them would pull their focus away from one another. This was it. The end. Everyone got their happy ending. Except him, of course.
