"Fine," he said breezily to Jack, pushing a little bit of his turquoise streak over his shoulder. It was starting to fade from washing, and he'd been meaning to ask Jack if maybe he could get his hands on some dye and rubber gloves to fix it up. He looked up when the door opened, noting Carey standing there, and tried not to feel that softening inside his heart. Between Carey and Shock he was becoming a bona-fide babysitter.