All right. Wordlessly, Cash moves over, giving Reid space to settle down beside him. They work together for a while, diligently connecting tent poles and avoiding sustained eye contact. For what it's worth, despite Reid's fears, he won't find much of that Coppertale agitation here. Not yet, anyway. He may be an ice prince, but Cash is like a dark rock. He'll absorb whatever rays you throw at him without emitting much of anything in return.

The perfect neutrality is, perhaps, a little overcompensatory. But yesterday slipped away from him a bit, and Cash would rather that not happen again.

Cash's hands stay busy while Reid speaks, but this time, his eyes don't move. He's listening. "You told Sy," he replies. It's not a question, but explicit confirmation of the gossip timeline would be appreciated.