She doesn't have to say it, he knows her... she's always been one to listen before she jumps - calmly considerate. When she touches his hand, he turns his palm up to grasp hers.


"You need to know." He sighs and licks his lips, feeling her eyes on him and curious. "The other night, I went out to a club with Gus and Detective Lassiter - I was... I don't know, lonely I guess. The stupid part of my brain thought maybe we were through."