Luke understood this feeling well. How being in the cage, even when you knew you'd come out of it soon, made you feel trapped and anxious. He watched his brother pace, grateful that he didn't fight harder about the bail, listening as he huffed and puffed about difficulties with Leese that Luke had never known about. He might have hurt to know them, except that he knew that both Leese and Sy were private people who didn't tell him everything, but there was one detail that leapt out, piercing him like a thrown knife.
"H-he... dangled my contract?" Luke whispered, pale in the half-light of the cell. "What do you... mean Sy? What did he do?"
For once, there was no rote insistence that Leese would never do anything like that. Luke knew that he would. He'd turned him away almost immediately last week, after all. Maybe... maybe all the time, Leese hadn't been the friend to him that he'd thought, and if that started with Simon, then Luke needed to know.