Sick

Jason gives Misty a wry grin before shaking his head. "Nah... no tea for me. I'll sit up with you though. I won't be able to sleep for a while yet." 

Sitting down at the kitchen table, he leaves the living room to Alec. "Maybe on more night after this and Reese will take me off guard duty," he comments

Rosalyn smiles and gives Chad a squeeze. "I think for pulling up dead plants you'll do just fine. If you pull up something you're not supposed to, we can always blame the dogs, too." 

Going to her tiptoes, she's just about to kiss his lips when they're interrupted. 

"Hey, Rosalyn, do you..." Clint's voice trails off as he pauses in the doorway, empty coffee cup in hand, while one of his eyebrows quirks at the scene. "...have any more coffee made?"

Rosalyn sighs and rolls her eyes, withdrawing from Chad. "Yes, impatient one. There is coffee for you and everybody else. It just got done." 

Clint clears his throat and wanders to the pot to pour himself some. Giving Chad a sidelong glance, it would be hard to tell what he was thinking. Did he approve? Disapprove? His expression was too hard to read. 

Garret catches Victoria stirring out of the corner of his eye, and he hoped Medridge was not as observant. He dared not look in her direction, since he knew good and well why the atmosphere had just become tense. Swallowing his own emotions though, he's quick to wrap up the rest of the conversation before taking his leave. 

Heading with a brisk pace outside, he aims for the rose garden to appear on duty until he could disappear amongst the flowers for a few short moments. Easing down on a bench, he leans his arms on his knees and willed himself not to throw up. It was bad enough, realizing how awful a thing it was to steal infants and raise them in a place like this. What was worse was seeing the abomination of it now while remembering the times he'd actually helped kidnap babies. It had happened. He had done it. More than once. And only now was he seeing the blood on his hands. And it made him sick.