This is why I do it, why I give my body away, I know that in the end everything will be returned to a relative calm and there will no longer be any suffering.
Noah had never been much of a people person especially when they came in packs, and it seemed that the larger the crowd was, the more his social skills suffered.
Euan figured the perfect way to deal with the shite of jetlag was to get royally drunk before bed... in fact, the perfect way to deal with a lot of things was to get royally drunk.
Matt wasn't sure he had the energy, stamina, strength or mojo to compete with a Riggins and wondered if he should just cut his losses before he made a dick of himself.
It didn't matter how much it hurt, it was just the right thing to do... and he just really hoped Six would have his back, even if he didn't deserve his support.
Taylor was more than happy to stay buried at the bottom of the bed and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist, because she wasn't sure she could face anyone without crying herself into a miserable ball of self-pity.