"He wouldn't have slept through that," Jack told the back of his head, following him up the stairs, "and I'd have heard him. Just remember to be the little spoon when the puking starts so he can keep you from rolling onto your stomach in it."

You're welcome.

"You wouldn't be getting all this caring and compassion from me if he were here but he's not, so you're stuck with me for now," Jack said, "You worry me and you get what you get. Which right now is enough booze to swim in and as many calories as I can stuff into you. And talking."