"That's me," Grimm's old friend replied.
Grimm stepped forward and through his sizable arms around his old friend. Danny squirmed, then returned the hug.
"You've been gone," Grimm said, stepping back from Danny.
"How observant of you," Came the reply. Grimm chuckled slightly.
"We've missed you."
"I'm sure you have."
"How was the thing? The grandfather thing?"
Danny laughed. A hollow laugh devoid of real humour. "It was... interesting," he said. "But that's not the real reason I went to Melbourne. Not the sole reason, anyway. I had... other business to take care of..." Danny said, trailing off without going into further detail.
"You went off and had a damn solo story, didn't you?" Grimm asked. Danny nodded. "Boring bastard," Grimm finished. "Nobody actually cares, you know."
They both laughed. Then they stopped laughing. And there was silence.
"So... Chance," Danny said.
"Yeah," Grimm replied, his head dropping.
"And Mick."
Grimm remained silent.
"Damn..." Danny said. There was silence again as he choked back a sob. "So do you want to keep it?" Danny asked.
"Keep what?" Grimm said in reply.
"The team. The leadership. The ego trip," Danny said.
"Why? You don't want it back?" Grimm asked.
"That's not really up to me," Danny said.
Grimm finished Danny's thought. "It's up to them."
