"I don't think that's what you're mad about," Seifer observes calmly, still munching his potato. Oh, there'd been a moment where Nida's defensive reaction almost had him on the defensive as well. But he'd told himself that when he broached the subject again he was going to listen and not lash back. Too easy to fall into, he wasn't going to be a bad friend here.

"I don't remember much, Nida, but you already know that. And yeah, we spar all the damn time, eat breakfast together, I'd like to think I know you a little bit by now." Not perfect, not in-depth, but sometimes you learn to read a person better when you spar with them. That's how it's always worked for him anyway.

"What's going on?"