Noah flicked his hand to indicate that Jeff should go ahead. "Sounds like you can use the therapy more right now. I've been whacking stuff around for a couple of hours, so I'm more zen than you right now."
He did duck in a moment to get his sweatshirt; just standing around in sweaty clothes, he was getting a little chilled. "Sounds like an interrogation scene in one of those old black-and-white detective movies--where they grill the suspect under hot lights and use rubber hoses to get their answers. I can't imagine that went well at all."
And that was an understatement. Jeff was not someone who would respond well to a lot of pressure, and his family should know that. But somehow, that never made any difference; he knew that well enough from dealing with his own family. "You've hardly had time to discuss any of that--I know I haven't."