"Technically I got hit with a fastball from about ninety paces. I'll survive," he says, dismissing it as if that is all that matters. And in Kyle's mind, in that moment, it is all that matters.

So he gets the alcohol, and gets them food, and heads out to the cabin. To his credit, Kyle doesn't try and make small talk, doesn't ask about whatever it is Alex has seen. Just getting him back to the cabin and grabbing their bags to head inside.

"Anything you need me to do before we start pouring drinks?"