Tony nodded his understanding. "You've got it." And then he was leading Jim off, showing a little sensitivity in how he wasn't chattering on - or touching him. In his own moments, he'd learned that touch wasn't always so helpful when it came from strangers.

The room Lois had been shown to, though, was as promised. A nice, quiet room, with overstuffed furniture, a private bathroom, and a young man who was responding to what Lois wanted instead of forcing anything on her, even if he did have a box full of medical supplies at hand.