Robert and Mike
Robert decided that his brother took this partner thing way too seriously. He liked Morgan's way better, being more flexible, working within the team. It was like a squadron in the air. You didn't count on one person, you counted on the squadron. It also allowed personal problems to be less obvious.
Not that it was obvious that he and Mike were pissed at each other, but they kept the talking to a minimum. A sentence per day was something that Robert was working toward, and getting close to it. In fact, in the entire car ride, he probably had said ten words, all directed at G, and only when they were discussing what they were being fed over the ear wigs.
The problem was at the scene, because G loved partners even if the rest didn't. It seemed clear from the way Alexis was hanging from Riggins' neck that she had as much interest in talking to Ross and Robert had in talking to Renko.
Maybe it was a 'Mike' problem.
He was standing here, making sure that people wouldn't get close, something that wasn't difficult with uniforms already there, and now the Mike problem was his problem, because they were stuck together until it was time to go back home. "Do we split up or is he going to have a cow?" he asked, hoping that this could be his one sentence for the day, although really splitting up made so much more sense. Four people, four sides, one each. It made sense.