Thomas' face crumpled at that. He remembered Jamie worrying about it and it had only been about five or six weeks ago. "I'm so sorry," he said with feeling.

Victor shook his head, trying to pass it off as nothing. "I did what I could. Ended up with a gunshot wound so I'll be playing desk jockey for a while when I go back to work, which I really won't mind."

"Well then. That makes the essays I am going home to sound like a vacation in France. Jesus. Glad you seem okay."

"Better than okay," Victor said, beaming at Kat.