"It's not our needs. It's how we communicate. How we function." He sighed and flexed the broken fingers on his hand, sending the broken bones grinding against each other, his face wincing and contorting in pain. But as soon as the moment of shock passed, his face was unlined, impassive, calm.
"It's more that we all need to be well-oiled, we need to work well together. And you... sometimes I feel that you and me and Cass run in opposition to each other. Which doesn't work."