There had been friendly banter, once. There'd been camaraderie, laughter, and a genuine bond between two people thrown into dire circumstances together. They'd shared their cars with each other.

And yet now... Skulduggery is quiet. He's too focused on the cards he's getting, the shirt looming beneath their individual hands like a specter of disgrace between them. He gets a face card, then two, but whether or not he can make anything out of it will largely depend on the cards they'll share, which is... not ideal.