{There might be a ghost of a smile upon his lips. He can't help it. Though he's tired and though he had just been through quite a bit, something about her makes him smile. He's not sure if it's her or memories of a woman who always brought joy to his heart, even when there was none left to be had.}

He does. It's terrible. But if he's too loud, I give you blanket permission to throw things at him.

{Not that he thought she would, but just talking about this, about having her in his home, even for a short time, makes him feel a bit warmer. Makes him make such flippant comments about his right hand man and their working relationship.}

And I should probably thank you for yours. If you're still willing to feed me, that is. You've had a hard day of it and you should just relax. I'm sure I can arrange something to be brought to where you're staying and it can be ready when we arrive.