*just looks at you for a moment, with your swollen nose and bruised eyes and that haunted edge he's come to recognize (can't sleep)* *rests his arm on the couch alongside you, touching his knuckles to your shoulder (I'm here)* You don't have to thank me, Jackie. *quirks a tiny smile* I was scared to death it was Carol. We're lucky the cops didn't have any of the roads staked out, or I might be sharing a cell with whatshisface.