Sy and Luke, Post-Bailout
"I mean, yeah. Would've been cheaper if I hadn't gone. It's not like Belmont's performance was worth it." He paused, then realized Luke would have no idea what he was talking about. So he raised his hands, palms out, setting the stage.
"So, so, so, here we are, I'm looking for our friend, Cal's at my elbow, and Belmont steps out. He's dressed up like he's a Danu, right," and he paused here, just a moment, to steal a glance at Luke's face before going on. "Sings some song, doing the whole hip thing and then, and then, takes the robes off and he's dressed like a fucking butler and," Simon swallowed hard, realizing, away from what happened, the weight of terrible things were. "Cal left, and I - I should've stayed with him, brought him home. I said I'd only be a minute, I wanted to do what I came there to do, stick with something for once, and maybe - maybe I was angry, angry that I couldn't hit Belmont."
He swallowed, and then couldn't bear the silence.
"Couldn't hit any of them. So I hit the person I could."