Frankie/Fox/Vinnie - 10:30ish
Fox shook his head. "Nope. I already wiped my hands of it. I don't fucking care anymore. It's not worth it." Dropping his hands back to his sides, he turned his back on Vinnie. Once again, probably not the smartest gesture, but fuck 'em. Both of 'em. He was sick and tired of the bullshit and posturing. Of not being trusted. And there was no way in hell he'd get into a fight he knew he couldn't win. Flames versus unarmed flesh, flames win.
Keeping his strides steady, Fox turned around a corner, listening to the siblings seething in the hallway. So much for friendship with his once-best friend.