"Therapy sounds good right about now," he replied, stepping inside. "And I hope not, too, though Tina Turner looked really good in that outfit." He nodded toward the duffle bag. "I'm sponging off you again for a bat and gloves. Hope you don't mind." He crouched down to the bag, pushed his sunglasses up on the top of his head and poked around inside it. "You been here long?"