[ Rafe had imagined a reckoning more than once over the last decade and a half, to be sure: the chance to get all the shit left unsaid out there, a final showdown to call out the brothers Drake on their bullshit and finally prove how he's on their level and always has been, to close this circle that they'd left drifting and unfinished around the Gunsway and Avery, always Avery. The reality he'd gotten instead had been a far cry from the fantasies, slapdash and rushed between Sam's bullshit being even more than Rafe had expected and Nate's naivete and Nadine's growing impatience (and guns, those also played a significant role in things) before barreling right off a cliffside. Sure, he'd gotten a vicious rush of schadenfreude as Sam's lies crumbled around him but still didn't make up for the rest of it.

Here, it seems, the Ferryman had put all the pieces in place for a mulligan, a chance to do it all over again, and... Well, obviously it's worse the second time around if only because it's got Sam's dick hanging out all over it even as Rafe's head whips around at the sound of Nate's voice. Not that he gets a chance to respond to it because once again— Sam. Who just has to open his mouth and add to the trash on the beach by speaking. His jaw clenches at the sound, teeth grit as he follows Nate's example and turns his eyes to the sky above rather than this fucking disaster. ]

Yeah, would you? There's probably some people still on the beach who haven't gone blind yet.

[ Not him, of course, but whatever. He can find bleach later. Then, since Nate did ask... ]

He got vomited up by a giant fucking fish. [ Usually it's the other way around with bad sushi. ] Don't waste any time, do you, Sam.