[Chapel just laughed at that. It wasn't impossible to imagine Grift crying—most people did, sooner or later, even if it took a lot. But crying over him?

Nah. No one would. And he was okay with that—it just meant he wouldn't be disappointing anyone whenever he kicked it for real.]

Come on, you know me. I'll be fine. All I have to do is preach the gospel of peace and sharing to them, and they'll understand. We just have to share.

[Speaking of sharing. This was good stuff—Grift had taste. Chapel saluted him with the bottle before starting on it again.]

You wouldn't mind someone else taking up space, huh? I wouldn't have expected that. But I'd never doubt your logic. It's in a class of its own.