It's all good, along with alcohol, pot, music, and sex, made it mostly bearable for Coby, although even he got bored out of his scrabbled egg mind. And that didn't touch the hole left by Anael, or of being so close to home and too far away at the same time. But he wasn't most people. He thought of Jag, barely holding together. Of Sunny, who seemed so alone, even with friends. Of... well, of almost everybody, if he thought about it.

"I don't know how anyone can stand it here. Fixed that for you."