"Alright." He looked around the apartment, then went right to the couch and sat down. He kicked his shoes off, and while Jo was gone he just pulled his legs up onto the couch and wrapped his arms around them, chin on his knees while he waited for her to come back. He didn't trust himself to go anywhere else, and he wasn't feeling too good either.

He was withdrawing, and he knew it. He knew the feeling and it was making him feel sick to his stomach.