Rafi woke up in a parking lot, the paramedics and police had already arrived. He couldn't see much, just fuzzy white and red. He heard so many voices, some of which he recognized. Brick's voice said, "Will he be okay?" Scott, though he felt he shouldn't have cared, felt a small bit of concern for Rafi. After all, Scott had been hurt just as bad years ago- no, worse. None the less, Scott found a bit of compassion slip through the emotional lock-down going on of late. "Rafael will be just fine, they were only minor cuts and some heal-able bruises." one of the paramedics explained, "Nothing to worry about." "Well are we gonna find out what happened?" Scott quizzed. "That's a question for the police." answered the paramedic, "Gotta run, you take care now." That moment, Mr. Oakland (Brick and Scott's supervisor) walked up and announced t the small group of employees that work was canceled today because of a combination of Rafi showing up to work half-dead, and a rat infestation. On the way back to their apartments, Brick and Scott were making small talk. Brick started with "I hope Rafi's okay." to which Scott nonchalantly replied, "Dido." After a moment, neither could take it anymore Scott said, "Okay, look." and stopped walking. "I can't stop thinking this. Do you think we're what caused this?" "Caused what?" Brick stopped as well. "Think about it. First Jessie, now Rafi." Scott threw his hands up dramatically. "Honestly, I don't think it's any coincidence." Brick rubbed the back of his neck and looked away for a moment, "I guess it is kinda weird..." "Weird? It's more fucking queer than you and me!" Scott took a moment to let his "joke" sink in, "And anyway, you don't think it's the tiniest bit odd that our best friend died, and not our worst enemy?! Someone is doing this shit on purpose." "No." Brick said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I thought Rafi just beat himself half to death." "Whoa, attitude much?" Scott narrowed his eyes. He didn't much like this side of Brick. "Hey I'm just as psyched as the next guy that a bunch of violent crimes are being committed around our workplace." Brick snipped, "So I don't think I have any worse of an attitude than you." Scott was taken aback- but kept a hold of his anger, so not to let on that he even might have been hurt by Brick's comments. Sure, Scott was a little bit moody once in a while, but Brick was always the one who would help him out with it- not make snide comments. The snide comments were Scott's job. "Forget it." Scott held Brick's gaze for a moment before looking away. Neither said anything for a moment, until Brick sighed. "I'm sorry." Scott looked up, seeing how puppy-kicked-by-a-steal-toed-boot Brick looked. "Eh, don't worry about it." he grinned, "My attitude is signature, it doesn't look too good on a polo-boy like you." Brick smiled, "Couldn't agree more."