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Incredibly, Terry felt comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.
While Ocean and the others were talking about the updates on the plan, he was sitting there, listening, and enjoying their playful banters. At the same time, he felt left out. He almost joined to make a couple of jokes, like when Linus was talking about Sponder being a "cougar". He would have never admitted it to anyone, but he kind of liked Linus. He was funny. But he didn't, he couldn't.
He just sat there listening to everything and answering only when prompted. And when he made that reference to Ocean and the others that had better have "their affairs in order"... he was just pretending. Ocean knew and everyone else knew. If Terry had wanted them dead, they would be dead already. Everybody knew he wasn't serious. But, that was his act, and he had to keep playing.
And he had to admit, they were quite smart. He wouldn't have known where to start. They kept joking and planning together, without doing any effort to include him in their conversation, except to make fun at him from time to time. But for some reason, he didn't mind. They had just finished, when somebody rang the doorbell. "Oh, the food is here", said Rusty, getting up to go to the main door. It looked like the meeting was officially over: everyone was getting up to get more drinks. In silence, Terry got up too, to gather his things and leave.
He got closer to Danny. "So, Ocean... I'm going to leave. Keep me informed".
Before Danny could answer, Rusty approached them, with a box of Chinese food that he handed over to Terry. "What, you're not staying to eat your food?" he asked.
Terry looked at the box of food, perplexed. Rusty was waiting for him to take it, so he did just that. "It's for me?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Danny. "We knew that you were going to be here when we were going to eat, so we put an order for you too. We know that you like chicken low mein, so... here it is".
With that, everyone sat again to eat and drink. And again, everyone was joking without including Terry too much. But again, he didn't mind. He watched them squabbling and joking, Rusty and Danny talking without really talking, and generally everyone else having fun. Like if it was a normal night between friends, and not between thieves ready to do a complicated heist. Maybe, that was how it was to have friends.