Cath nodded. "I'm not counting on things going that easy though, mate," he admitted aloud. "I think Ronnie's been trying to get anyone from the crew on the intercom. No luck."
Fuck, Ronnie. He'd forgotten to check back with the boy before the meeting. He'd buried his head in the plans and not noticed anything else until Mae brought him coffee. He scrubbed his hand down his face and shook his head.
"He didn't when I first asked," he admitted. "But f-," Cath immediately censored himself, because of the boy. "I've no clue if he has since them. Been working on these for awhile. I forgot to even tell him about this." He rubbed the back of his neck, starting to feel weary and frazzled and sore. He didn't make mistakes like that, not when people's lives were on the line.
And that slip up had likely cost him any trust the boy had put in him. Fuck, indeed. "I'll message him, since it was my fault I forgot. Hopefully, he'll still be willing to work with us." Cathair rubbed the bridge of his nose. "So what are you telling everyone, mate?"