"Yeah, fine, hurry up," Charlie waits, and Mike and Briggs have already slunk off somewhere else, breakfast in hand.

Chuck's in Billy's car already, sunglasses on, looking halfway between annoyed and stoic like always. She's in the passenger's seat, bag on her lap, sunglasses perched on her head. When Billy slides in she smiles, though strained, and immediately starts:

"You want to let me in on what happened in the kitchen?" So slight, so hard to pick up on but Chuck got it. She got it right away because she knew Mike so well. Briggs, too.