[ laughter echos off the walls again, harsh and with a hint of cruelty. piter doesn't know loyalty or camaraderie. it is a joke to him, pathetic and hilarious.
but all at once his expression darkens a bit, euphoria soured. reid can probably see his suspicion, no longer as delicately concealed thanks to those bursts of discomposure that cloud his mind. ]
Why is it that you choose to care? What purpose does that serve you?