"I can wait," he says quietly, almost too quiet to be heard over the noise. In truth part of him wants to wait. Drink some, take the edge off, try not to think about how it felt the last time he was seriously shot at, seriously afraid for his life... and look at Neil. Just watch him. And think about a future that he suddenly has more interest in than he can ever remember.

And the timing of this would be almost funny if it weren't so horrible.