"But it's a saying, that's just how it is. It's supposed to be the short stick."

He doesn't even know why, it just is. But please supply him with all the pointless arguments.

This is better than thinking about what might happen next.

And something hitches in his voice and he imagines her in the same spot on the opposite side of the wall and yet somehow she's both close and a million miles away. "Yeah. Yeah, we'll be fine. It's our thing." He shuts his eyes for a moment."And maybe we'll get a chance to get at the guy doing all this. We owe him a conversation or two." And by conversation he means beat-down.