Laurence, once more, did not know what he was to do, and he was getting tired of it. He was tired of the feeling of being adrift, of being helpless. He was a Captain. When he did not know where he was going then it was simply time to plot a new course. Or so he kept telling himself.

He caught at Granby's arm, not pushing him back and not pulling him closer. For the moment he simply held on.