'Where there's a will, right,' he remarks, wryly. They'd been at odds enough for Kyle to be fully aware just how blockheaded Wally could be sometimes. It was... good, maybe, that it hadn't changed.

He picks at his food, suddenly feeling a bit restless. Commiseration was all well and good when people just didn't get it, but it had a tendency to become an echo chamber, which made things claustrophobic, sometimes.

'I have an idea. Have you got half an hour?'