[ Yes. That's true. He could get away with it for a little while. But -

But what would he be left with if he did wiggle out of work? That gnawing fear. Lexie's grief and unhappiness. Unhappiness that he's caused, fear that he's brought about...Maker, they do need to talk of it; he knows that. But oh, he doesn't want to. ]

And maybe I should lay abed a few days. See what it takes to get fired. Better that than the future that lays ahead of us, eh?

[ Much better. Much, much better.

He swallows lightly. ]

If I do go to work - [ To Lexie - ] Will you at least stay with me?