The timing for this couldn’t be worse. Holland supposed it would do as a final farewell, in the end. A sort of parting gift. Something to remember him by. Something that didn’t involve horrible meetings and betrayal.

With a short nod, Holland sat back and reached to undo his shirt, “You have to be quiet,” he says and after a moment there was a hint at a genuine smirk (it was there and then I was gone again) “, Or I could gag you.”