"Fuck no, it's not bad," Matt agreed. "Seriously, if this isn't what we're all committed to, you know? I really don't feel like sticking my fucking neck out for someone who might not have my back."
"As for plans," he said, "I don't fucking have a clue how to coordinate that. Just that it'd probably be a good idea to not, you know, have half the group heading off to the planet of naked stewardesses while the other group's off exploring the lost continent of the potato-people - at least, not if either group's expecting that everyone's going where they are, you know? But beyond that, fuck no I don't want to walk in lockstep with everyone else, and I don't want to think about, you know, like fucking group missions, or group hug time or whatever." He grimaced. "Just - we need to know what we stand for first before we can do it."