Forrest and Richard sat in relative silence on a narrow bench against the wall, nervously listening to the storm above. That is, until Forrest rudely broke the silence by speaking. “It sounds pretty rough out there, do you reckon Monday and Fraser are doing alright?” he queried.
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” Richard spat in his usual negative tone. He heard how that came across and sighed, thinking about how Monday had been coaching him on being nicer to his crewmates. “Ah, they’re fine. They know what they’re doing,” he reassured his companion.
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