"Chinese," Joe smiled. He handed her a bottle opener for her beer. "It's kind of become our traditional comfort food." It had done wonders for him while he'd been in the hospital.
He had a seat next to her on the couch. "Don't worry about Frank. I let him know what was going on. I didn't go into a lot of detail. All I told him was that the Dreams were giving you a hard time and you needed a break. That's all he needs to know and he's alright with it." Joe chuckled a little, "he offered to sleep at the station if you wanted to take his bed, but really the last thing Frank needs is to sleep at his desk. Besides, he's not getting out of meeting you. I promised, after all," Joe smirked at her.
Speaking of sleeping arrangements. "I made up the couch, but it's up to you where you want to sleep. I don't mind sleeping out here if you'd feel more comfortable in a bed."