Faith gave a nod and passed him the second sandwich she'd made, in anticipation of him showing up. She'd figured he would've needed the protein after a night of drinking, like he usually did. Although as she studied him, she noticed that his eyes seemed a lot clearer then they had in a while. Swallowing the bite of sandwich she'd taken, she leaned backwards against the counter, still studying him. "So what's up with you?"
First it had been crazy talk the night before, which she had thought meant that he had been on his way to getting toasted. But now? He was standing there looking completely sober, like he hadn't had a drink in days.
Something she knew firsthand he'd never accomplished before. "You're lookin' good today."