Rich didn't exactly like the wait until their plan was set into motion. The longer he had to wait, the more the dread had time to solidify into a hard lump in his stomach, shifting with each step he takes towards Jack's room. It gives a particularly nasty twist when he notices the cloth. His hand tightens around the bottle of Mountain Dew he brought over, but he manages to keep his face straight.

This is... going to work. He has to believe that as much as it's going to suck, it'll all be worth it in the end.

"Ready as I can be, yeah. Let's make this quick, okay?"