"So...what did you do?" He asked, putting his empty glass down on the table, he scrubbed his hair. He needed to know there was something he could do that didn't lead him down the road he was headed.

No one was going to thank him for walking that particular road.

"I can't...keep doing what I'm doing." Which was nothing. He worked on the house with the crew from time to time, but it didn't help much. He could avoid them, and they let him.