He didn't know what he was supposed to say to any of this, Ollie thought, and leaned heavily against the bed, scrubbing a hand over his face. He hated this, though, as selfish as that felt to think. Talking didn't help, not talking didn't help. Probably nothing helped, and he didn't know what to do with that.

He didn't answer Ty at first. "What do you want me to say?" He finally said. "That it wasn't? That you should quit?"