Dan smudges his hands across the glass table, doodling fingerprint trails while everyone discusses the lineup and sliding his chair out of reach when Casey elbows him to stop.
Like him, the table has been there since day one. It doesn't seem right that the glass gets to keep shining unflawed, polished for a fresh start every day, history glossed over, while the rest of them have weathered all the meetings, debates turned heated arguments, fights, reconciliations, and close calls that took place here.
The table should show some sign that they were here and didn't always shine their best.