Toby and CJ stand in heavy silence in his apartment for five minutes before he speaks.
"I want to-" He clears his throat. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me. Thank the Pres-"
"No." He shakes his head, drops his eyes, and shifts his weight. "You deserve it. Nobody else."
When Toby meets her eyes-solemn and sincere-she turns away from him. She refuses to accept credit for his freedom-that gift. In the kitchen, two coffee mugs stand side by side, both full, the coffee fresh and warm.
She points at the counter. "Know I'd stop by?"
His mouth twitches. "I hoped."