"I'm good. I thought I'd bring you a present," the very last bottle of scotch he (and Carver) had swiped off the truck those months ago.

He looks her over in that quick, assessing way they both have: check for injuries, check for readiness. Jesus, though, has more warmth in his expression than anyone else in their groups ever had. "And see how you are. I worried I'd missed your contract deadline."