“You.” It was Phil who’d spoken, as Spencer was too busy stuffing his face into yet another book to bother with people. “I remember you.” The BLU Scout advanced on Russel, tapping his lips with his index finger, as if he’d actually forgotten who he was talking to.
“What was it, Rusty? No, that’s not right. Rooster? Nope, not it either.” Phil couldn’t help the subtle twitch of his lips as he tried to hold back the grin. “Rodney.” He wondered how many more R names he could throw out before someone got annoyed.
“It’s Russell,” Spencer finally piped up, flicking his gaze up only briefly. “Jesus, Phil, can’t keep anyone straight anymore. You act like we were gone years instead o’…I dunno how long. Don’t care, either.”