"What a coincidence -- me too." He pours himself another drink (still perfectly steady, precise in his movements; a surgeon's hands), and he salutes Simon with it. "But hey, you're better company than the woman I saw when I came through last time after a marathon session." He drinks.

His voice is outwardly as calm as his hands, but there's more than a hint of unsteadiness under it. He still isn't sure if he dreamed that entire conversation; if it was sleep deprivation and guilt and going nuts after being in Korea so long.