"Yeah," he said. He'd left the boxes and the shovel in his car--it wouldn't exactly look like they'd been moving something if he brought the boxes back--and so stood dirty and empty-handed inside the lobby. "I'll send you a message on the boards." His words sounded like they were coming from outside his body, not within his chest. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved that Cole would be going back to his apartment. He wanted to sleep, just pass into unconsciousness and know nothing for a while.