[pm] Okay. […] She called me, asking if I’d heard from you. I was […] out of it, and told her the truth. She offered to come over and help. I had been on my way out to check on Wyatt and go on a supply run, and she offered to come with. I didn’t know there was any animosity there, and I was hyper focused, so I wasn’t thinking much beyond whatever my present task had been. […] At first I thought Wyatt was just upset because of everything, but Eve asked to see your b you, and that you were becoming friends again. Wyatt snapped about the time she was apparently holding you at gunpoint. […] [user stares at the blinking cursor, really not wanting to type what comes next in the story] Eve told us to think about what would be best, and Wyatt snapped. Said you should have been there with him. And he was right, you should have been there with him. Eve […] brought up what she thought you might want. Wyatt wasn’t having it. He wanted the time to say goodbye. He didn’t think I could actually do anything. Eve brought up the […] associated risks. And my track record. Wyatt still thought it was worth the chance. She kept pushing for us not to go forward with it. And Wyatt just… unloaded on her. Told her to get off her high horse, that he needed you, that he didn’t care what she thought, and to get out. In much more colorful language than that.