So...

Impatience? Irritation? Hunter wasn't sure what he heard in Katie's tone, but he figured that at this point, arguing would do nothing but stir up more trouble. Of course, he could just as easily walk right out of here and head for his bike but... that would probably just make things worse. 

Sliding back down into the booth, his one knee bounces nervously under the table as he watches Katie work on her cup of coffee. He'd really caused her a lot of trouble tonight, hadn't he? For a brief moment, he remembers that first night they'd met. His behavior tonight wasn't too far from what it had been then. Why did that thought bother him? And why was he still battling guilt? Why did making Katie unhappy bother him so much? 

Picking up a pack of sugar, he plays with it to keep his hands busy... and his mind alert. After having had only about half an hour's sleep, he was running on far less than he should be, especially with an hour's drive ahead of him. Not that he wanted to sleep anyway - that would just start the whole nightmare cycle all over again. 

Looking at Katie again, his stomach turns just a little. Was she gonna stay mad at him for all this? Would things be different now? He hoped not, but he wasn't really sure what to do about it. 

"So.... you want me to follow you, or you follow me on the way back?" 

Helped back to the car, Jared was glad to be seated again. His body was exhausted from today's activities - more so than if he'd been in a good mood and had had a normal session. 

Buckling himself in, Grace's words about never being alone continue to echo through his mind. Was that really true? Or was it just something nice to say to keep up someone's spirits? 

Waiting to leave but finding Grace just sitting and letting the car idle, he looks at her, lifting an eyebrow in question. Was something wrong? 

Handed the paper with her phone number, he stares at it for several moments. She was... really giving him her personal number? As a friend? He'd had no one else in the world to call but... now he had her? Really? 

A small smile spreads on his lips and he pockets the paper for safe keeping. "Thanks, Grace... you, um..." He clears his throat. "You got a talent for making a guy feel good, I guess." He nods. "I appreciate knowing that I'm not alone..." Searching her eyes, he wonders for a moment at their depth. "That means as lot to me."