“Is that you?” Holden asked in what he was pretty sure was the new universal winner for stupid questions. — James S. A. Corey

“At least he cares,” Elvi said. “I like him for that.”

“You like everyone,” Fayez teased. It’s your pathology.”

“You don’t like anyone.”

“That’s mine,” he said, grinning.

“Right,” Holden said. “No coffee. This is a terrible, terrible planet.”

From where he was, the fear had stopped being an emotion and turned into an environment.