[It feels, to Cassel, like rocking in a hammock in a summer breeze. Not, to be perfectly clear, that he has ever done this. His childhood home didn't have space in the yard for a hammock, and anyway, outdoor activities were a priority for neither parent. His father was elsewhere, his mother was otherwise occupied, and his brothers, well, they were working. Everyone was working.]
[Everyone always works, Cassel thinks to himself, and thinks that this must be what relaxation feels like. He closes his eyes and leans his elbow against the table. So calm. So right. Just for a moment.]
[And then it's gone.]
[He opens his eyes and blinks at Dillon, eyes hollow and filmy like a sick animal.]
spam
[Everyone always works, Cassel thinks to himself, and thinks that this must be what relaxation feels like. He closes his eyes and leans his elbow against the table. So calm. So right. Just for a moment.]
[And then it's gone.]
[He opens his eyes and blinks at Dillon, eyes hollow and filmy like a sick animal.]
. . . Stay with me?