Dan shook his head. "It's fine." It wasn't fine. He hated the idea that his body might be marked by such a thing but West knew that. There was no point of repeating it and Dan felt like he deserved the wound, maybe worse, for what he had put Herbert through.

He nodded his head in agreement. Dan couldn't help but think about the state of this apartment. It was going to be tight and he wondered if either of them were eating well. Meg was observant but Herbert needed more in order to take care of himself. Dan's sure that he would have snapped long ago if it wasn't for the forced meals or the random nights they took off.

"I'll see you then."

Dan settled into bed and tried to quiet his thoughts.