You and me were on a job, and you seemed really tense.

It’s not like there wasn’t a reason, it was a Type Two, we forgot the chains, and it was just me and you- but you seemed off.

I turn to you, at the top of the staircase.

“Lucy, if you don’t think this is a good idea we could head back- get more gear, come back first thing.”

“If you don’t like this we could always go back.”