The place was considerably neater since Jamie dropped by last month. He hadn't talked to him since that house visit, but he wasn't the one who did the reaching out in their group. Amongst all of them, more often than not, they came to him.
Recent good news about the retreat efforts in Iraq probably contributed to the alleviating of his headaches and dreamtours in the desert, but there was still a bottle of sleeping pills under his pillow, next to his gun.
Good combination or not, he wasn't expecting any mortal to come bursting in through the door. In all likelihood it would be someone like-
Like Dominic.
"I have to go back to work." Translation: 'The team gets concerned when the sharpshooter goes AWOL for a few weeks. Get out of the way.'