Irish frowns at Adrian.
"You'd want to come with us, as well," she said rather than asked.
"I won't deny that. But there are still things I need to do," he muttered with a low, soft tone.
"Like what? You've done your part, Adrian. You should—"
"I haven't done enough, Irish. You should go. I take that Grisham Donovan was apprehended?"
Adrian turns then, not wanting to argue anymore.
He took a moment to recall what happened back at the pier. There was the smell of burning wood, but Anthony was there - as reliable as always, he sheltered him, carried him away.
Below, he heard Irish crying out while Grisham kept hollering in anger. Then came Bryan's uproarious arrival. Just in time. Adrian wondered how their voices were still so distinct - still not melting together into three, not blending together into one unified, cacophonous sound.
