"Hey, we've already got a TV wired at our place. It'll only play videos and games, but we're already halfway there."

The fact that the TV belonged to Mike still stings, a little. I won't think about it for days, then it'll just hit me. Like his empty side of the bed, or his trunk, or the clothes left behind in the hut.

"Whatever, man. You're the boss," I say to Mathias when he points off down the beach.