He waved at the woman in bed, grabbed the pillow she'd hurled at him, and curled up on the couch.
It would be a couple hours before he actually went to sleep. He wished it would rain. The sound and smell always soothed him, but he found no relief in the relentless sun that pounded on his window, casting its harsh light into his living room.
He'd shot someone. He'd done it for the right reason, and hadn't killed him, but there was always that horrible sinking feeling after he hurt someone on purpose. Not to mention the explosion, which he was stubbonrly not dealing with right then, because it hurt too much and there was too much to do.
So he would go to Genosha with Nathan and Domino, and then figure his life out from there.
In his sleeplessness, he put up a post, so Emma and Sophie wouldn't worry if they heard about the explosion.