Grif exhales heavily. "Alright," he says. "I guess we'll be finding that out together." It's not great, but it's what they're going to have to deal with. It's how Rich is now.

Grif tugs him forward, though it's now less holding him and more just walking with an arm across his back. It's a lot closer to casual, but the continued support perhaps betrays how much more concerned he is than he's admitting.

"C'mon, I think I found a good spot for us to stop. Two water sources."