CT. CT was... She was something. He smiled a little, different than the normal smirk of someone trying to get some and throwing out lines likes bands threw out guitar picks at the end of their set; there was an undertone of investment that didn't seem capable by someone like him.

"Yeah, she told me a little." Their first talk, when the desert was fucking him up, her story was fucking him up. "She's a pretty awesome chick. Glad you're getting your shit together."

You know, while she had the chance.