It had occurred to him, but it had just seemed unworkable, since the shit that he was trying to figure out was so centered on Jack. What was he supposed to say? He's not even convinced that Jack remembers what happened thirty years ago, let alone with the intensity that Robby suddenly does.

"You're right," he says. "I'm an asshole. But..." He winces when he says it. "I honestly thought I was doing it for the best. It wasn't meant to feel like a 'fuck you'."