It may have been years now, but it still brings up shitty memories. It could've gone differently, Ohio knows. Somehow. Someone smarter and tougher could've changed things. Maybe if he hadn't run, maybe if he'd staid back a little longer and-

He can't afford to do this, not now, not with York here. Ohio shouldn't have even touched the topic, but it's also the thing they share. There is a horrible need to talk about it deep in Ohio's chest, currently tangled up with an equally horrible need to avoid thinking about the particulars.

At least talking about the troopers gets them further from the bone.

"They're... not the worst I've worked with," he says, diplomatically. "Saunders might've, but it wouldn't have been an accident. He's a little trigger happy. Lane prefers to look before he leaps, but tends to get stuck there."

A note of familiar exasperation has crept into Ohio's tone. It's not entirely unlike how he used to talk about Indiana. They're idiots. But they're his idiots.

"...Thanks for getting them back in one piece," he says. He takes another sip of his coffee before adding: "Optional mission objective."