[Pan was confident in the game that he played, timing the flippers to bat the balls for maximum points each time. He was able to tune out the noises and lights in favour of splitting his attention enough to catch what Kenzi was saying. She sounded sad underneath the alcohol and enthusiasm for his gaming skills.

It was practically common knowledge that she and her husband had split. For some reason, it almost felt as if that was why he had been released from the hospital in the first place, but there was nothing in the hazy memories to completely verify that. Either was, her presence was comfort and their conversation was easier than the others.]

I spoke with Jefferson. He mentioned some kind of three-way, but he wasn't about to give me details. Isn't it weird to be so close to someone who has a startling resemblance to Uncle Bucky?

[He nodded, glancing over long enough pick out her expression.] Okay, I'll still be here if you want to talk more.