"Keep it up, and I might just let you sleep on the bench next time," Kamal joked.
He glanced over when Quinn swore. He couldn't remember having ever heard a word like that come out of Quinn's mouth before, not in the time they'd known each other. That, of course, was just one more item to add to the list of evidence that his friend wasn't as all right as he had insisted. He finished his cigarette, extinguished in and threw it in the trash receptacle outside the front door before following Quinn inside.
Acting on a hunch, he asked, "Hey, Quinn. Remind me which floor you're on, man."