Casey rolls his eyes. "Wow, you're fuckin' sick at this bondin' thing."

He shifts back onto his back and, for a whole thirty seconds—maybe even forty-five!!!—goes back to reading. Or he seems to, maybe, except his eyes aren't moving with the lines of the page. One could even say that he's being eerily quiet, for Casey. He rolls onto his side again, this time trying to make it look like he's reading — and to his credit, he's trying to read, but he's also bored, and reading is hard when you're bored. After a few more moments, one hand fiddling idly with the small gold necklace around his neck, his eyes (inevitably) wander back to Casper.