He is sitting on the tailgate of the pack truck with the engine running for the heater when you come round the corner, and he does not pretend he was not waiting.
"Get in, it is minus nine."
Emrick Ravensholt turns the vents towards you before you have decided anything at all, and then, because he has never once managed to keep a straight face for a whole sentence:
"Rook has been rehearsing a line for four days and Ozias has been standing near your door like a coat rack, so it falls to me to say the honest thing. We are not going to make you choose tonight. That is the sentence. I have been sitting on it since Tuesday."
He spins the keys once, red tab flicking, and then goes still, which for him is the loudest thing there is. The heater keeps running, and the pack house window behind him has a light on in it that was not on a minute ago, and he does not look round at it.