"You know, you can stop pacing any time now. You're really starting to make me feel all motion sick."

Jeff glared at Glenn a bit while he continued pacing around. "They should have been here by now. Why aren't they here yet?" He had been freaking out ever since Mark had called to tell them that he and the boys had finally found out where James was and they were going to go get him

"Well Mark said James couldn't really tell him exactly where he was so-"

"What if James got arrested?" Jeff had barely heard a word Glenn had just said. He was way too busy panicking like a madman. "Huh? What if the cops got to him before Mark did and they figured out what he did and they took him away forever and ever and ever and we'll never-"

"Jeff!" Glenn literally had to grab Jeff and shake him as hard as he could. "That is enough! Do you understand me?"

Jeff blinked and then flinched away from Glenn's gaze. "You don't have to yell at me you know," he whined.

Glenn groaned and forced Jeff to sit back down on the bed. "Just calm down, alright? Freaking out is not going to be helpful in any way."

Jeff tried to object but gave up when he saw the look Glenn gave him. Sighing in defeat, Jeff stayed quiet and sitting down, biting his nails until the moment Mark, Cooper and Connor led a tired and wet James in through the door. "James!" Jeff exclaimed, literally jumping from the bed straight into James's arms. He didn't give a shit about getting wet or even beginning to try to wrap his mind around the carnage James had caused the night before. He was just too focused on being relieved that James was back with him.

"Holy shit," James muttered. He wrapped his arms around Jeff and hugged him tightly. He was wearing Mark's leather jacket but he was still shivering quite a bit. "Hello to you too."

"Okay okay, break it up," Cooper ordered. He and Connor both grabbed on to Jeff and started trying to detangle him from James. "We've got a lot of shit to talk about and I don't have all day to talk about them."

"Just give them a minute," Mark grunted as he glared at Cooper. Jeff really wished he wouldn't do that. The relationship between Cooper and Mark was tense on the best of days and James had confessed to Jeff that it drove him crazy more often than not, but there really wasn't much anyone could do to try to make the relationship better. Neither of them were interested in trying to get along better and James had said that he had learned a long time ago not to try to really force the issue so much.

Cooper glared at Mark a little bit but let Jeff cling to James a little bit longer before grabbing Jeff again and getting him back on to the bed. "Dad needs to change. He's probably already going to get hypothermia as it is, but still-"

"Oh yes, let's talk about the hypothermia," James said sarcastically. He gave Mark his jacket back before shamelessly stripping off his clothes right there in front of everyone. "Because that's all I need at the moment." He took the fresh set of clothes Connor had for him and put them on so he could plop down on the bed and get under the covers. "Holy fuck I'm exhausted."

"Well gee, I wonder why?" Glenn asked sarcastically. "It couldn't have had anything to do with what happened last night, now could it?"

James glared at him before glancing between Mark and Jeff. "I guess we have to talk about what happened last night, don't we?"

Jeff looked down and began chewing on his lower lip. He was almost afraid to even begin addressing the issue but he knew that it had to be done. There was no avoiding it. Last night had proved that James repressing his true nature wasn't going to work in the worst way possible, so now they had to figure out what they were going to do now.

"We do," Mark confirmed. "That death toll…Jesus Christ Lawson, do you have any idea how lucky you are not to have been seen?"

James sighed and made a face. "I know okay? I don't need a lecture?"

"You sure about that?" Glenn asked. "Because-"

"I'm sure Crispy Critter," James interrupted. "Now can I talk to Mark and Jeff alone?" He stressed the word alone, making sure to look at Cooper and Connor so they knew that he needed them to get out too.

"That's code for sex," Connor said wisely, making Mark groan and Cooper roll his eyes. "I don't want to see the sex Coopy. Make me not see it." He grabbed Cooper by the hand and started trying to pull him out of the room. "Take me to go get candy. I want candy Coopy."

Cooper sighed. "Connor-"

"I want candy! It's no fair, I didn't get any all last night because we were looking for Daddy and I want my candy!"

"Alright alright!" Cooper finally said. "I'll get you your damn candy!" He motioned for Glenn to follow him and Connor out of the room. "Crispy will give you the dollar and-"

"Wait, why do I have to give him the money?" Glenn asked unhappily. "He's your brother!"

"Well he's your nephew!"

"No he's not! You are!" The bickering continued as the three of them left the room, which made Mark shakes his head in exasperation. "Well then. That was interesting." He sat down on the bed and pulled Jeff into his lap before smacking James on the ass. "Come on Lawson, don't fall asleep on us now."

"I'm not sleeping," James said as he reluctantly opened his eyes and propped himself up on the pillows. "I was resting my eyes. That's a whole different vibe."

"Sure it is," Mark said with a snort. He slapped James's ass again before looking at Jeff. "You got anything you want to say?"

Jeff stayed silent. There was a lot on his mind that he did need to get out, but he wasn't sure where to even start.

"Come on, you know you can say anything to us," Mark prodded. "Don't be afraid."

"Maybe he's afraid of your breath. Good God Marky, I can smell it all the way over here."

"Shut up Lawson!"

Jeff giggled, which had been the reaction James had been searching for. "It's okay Marky. I'm not afraid of your rancid morning breath."

Mark glowered as James laughed at him. "You two are asking for it. I hope you know this."

"Aw, we're just playing around," Jeff assured him. He wrapped his arms around Mark's neck and hugged him tightly, keeping his eyes on James and starting to rapidly feel like shit all over again. "It was my fault."

Mark and James both looked at him in confusion. "What's your fault?" Mark asked.

"What happened last night. If it hadn't been for me-"

"Whoa whoa whoa," James interrupted. "Stop right there. This shit ain't your fault. I'm the homicidal maniac who-"

"You were going out of your mind because you stopped killing," Jeff pointed out. "And you stopped because of me. Therefore-"

"Trying to stop was a decision I made myself. I wasn't forced-"

"Oh come on, don't tell me that. Between me freaking out when you came home with blood on you and Matt and Dad, you had to have felt forced-"

"No I-"

"Yes you-"

"Okay that's enough!" Mark said, stepping in and getting them to stop talking over each other. "I'm not playing the blame game here so let's just stop and figure out where exactly we go from here."

"Well I was thinking of going to bed…" James's voice trailed off when he saw the glare Mark gave him. "Okay fine. I'll stay up."

Mark continued his glaring before going on with what he had to say. "So it's been very well established that James not killing anymore at all ends in disaster-which I know I shouldn't have fucking let things get as far as they did-"

"You said you weren't going to be playing the blame game," James said, smacking Mark on the chest before focusing his attention solely on Jeff. "Now just listen to me, okay? I'm not a good person. At least not on any real kind of moral sense. Outside of the people I love, human life has no real meaning to me. Killing…it's what I do. It's always what I've done. I could go on and on about what it does for me but you don't need to hear that. What you need to hear is that I'm weak. I can't stop completely. Once I stopped, all I wanted was to start again and I was resenting everyone around me because the decision I had made. And I could have hurt you all…" He stopped and shook his head. "Jeff, I love you. I really do. But there's only so much I can change. I could try to kill less often I guess…but if you really can't live with what I am then I guess we'll just have to…you know…"

Jeff knew what James was saying and it scared him. Despite what he was, he loved James to death and didn't want to lose him. But he knew that deep down, what James did would bother him and more than likely eat away at their relationship, which was something he did not want at all. There has to be something…anything to change…

The answer suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. It was so painfully obvious to him that he felt like smacking himself for not thinking of it sooner and preventing the carnage that had taken place the night before. "Dexter!"

"Bless you," James said.

"No no no, Dexter!"

"Who's Dexter?" Mark asked.

Jeff stared at them in disbelief. "Don't either of you watch Showtime?" He sighed impatiently and didn't give them a chance to answer that. "Dexter is a show about a serial killer who works for the Miami Police Department. And he was taught a code by a father to control his homicidal instincts and only kill bad people. You know, like murderers and rapists and all that."

"And what does that-"

"You think that's what I should do," James said, catching on a lot quicker than Mark. "I should kill bad people instead of good innocent people."

"It's a worth a try isn't it?" Jeff looked at Mark, who was thinking about it very carefully. "Isn't it?"

"I guess so," Mark finally said. "You're going to have to be a bit more careful though Lawson. I know you tend to favor homeless bums and runaways-"

"Because nobody really realizes they're gone," James finished with a nod. "Come on Marky, don't treat me like I'm completely retarded. I can be sneaky and kill other bad people without anyone knowing." He grabbed both Jeff and Mark and forced them to lay down next to him. "Now can we go sleepies?"

"Yes," Jeff said while Mark just grunted. He grabbed Mark's arm and put it over him while snuggling up to James. "We can go sleepies now."