"Bring back any?"
Coop waved an arm floppily in no particular direction. "Look around."
The flasks lay in a heap by the door. Wyatt took one and sat down again. The room was warm and green and silent. The two men had been together long enough to be able to sit without speaking, and in the green glow they waited, thinking. The first pull Wyatt took was long and numbing; he closed his eyes.
Coop did not move at all. Not even his toes. When Wyatt had begun to think he was asleep, he said suddenly:
"Heard about the replacement."
Wyatt looked at him.
"Found out this afternoon," Coop said, "from the goddam Commandant."
Wyatt closed his eyes again.
"Where you goin'?" Coop asked.
Wyatt shrugged. "Plush job."