"How's Joey doing?" Jason asked. He'd liked him, the big, blonde, NOT-quiet Titan. Joe was a chatterbox, often.

Something in him whispered that this wasn't fair, that Joe'd been accepted back... sure, Joe'd been possessed, but he'd been crazy, too, and... no, just no.

At least Joe had a family that didn't suck, and Jason was glad for his ... friend? no, teammate.