That was the single most frustrating thing about Riley. He could never get a rise out of him. Well, he could, but not the kind that he was looking for right about now. He wanted to see him angry, wanted to piss him off. And so he latched onto something that he noticed that maybe he could use to his advantage.
"What's with that rubber band? Tryin' to keep yourself from losin' your shit again?" He wasn't going to answer any of his questions. He didn't want to talk about him. All he ever did was talk about him. And it never did any fucking good. "Oh, speakin' of losin' shit..." He grinned, another wicked little smirk. "There was an old friend of yours on the boat here with me." This was certain to get a reaction.