Alright?

Left alone again, Con went to his chair in the living room to just sit a while. He missed seeing Katie all the time... And Jason...Gunner... Dalton... everyone. Even though he fought the idea of going back, it had felt good to have Katie ask him. Reese had yet to ask again. But Con also knew that depending on the FBI, there might not be any Elite to go back to. If there was though...was he ready for that?


Jason halted his route and glanced down at Katie with a rather perturbed look. Not at her, but at the situation. "I dunno. Lock me in a padded room?"

He sighed and folded his arms. Katie looked...tense. She'd come in a little late...maybe she just overslept. No...there was more. She'd been crying at some point. But did she really want him asking about it? He stayed in the subject at hand.

"Stopped for gas this morning. Wyatt had his eyes out and everything. No warning, just got me in the lower leg. Flesh wound. Nothing major, just bled a bit." Actually, it hurt like mad, and he was doing well to just be standing here, let alone walking on it against Rick's advice. "Twice now, whoever it is has missed a good target, and that just doesn't add up. I wasn't even moving this time. I don't get it, but now I gotta go tell Reese what happened before he hears it from Rick."

He started forward again, but then stopped and glanced back. Nope, he couldn't ignore it. "You doing alright?"