They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter.
"You want me to drive?" Goren asked.
"If you don't mind," Eames replied, handing over the keys. "I just... Today..."
He held the passenger door for her. On the driver's side he had to slide the seat back before he could fit in. "How's Theresa?"
"Probably just barely holding it together – about like I was when..."
"She'll appreciate your support." He started the engine. "I did – I do."
She couldn't look at him. "Thanks for coming back from leave, Bobby," she said quietly. "I know it's been hard. I'm glad you're here."
"Nowhere else to be."
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