He pours Obadiah another glass, just the same as the first one, and hands it to him.

Then he stands there for a moment, giving him a very thoughtful look.



"I wouldn't kill you for it," he says abruptly. "I would have when I said so but I wouldn't now. You should know that."

That said, he takes a seat, folding himself onto the couch at Obadiah's side, close enough that their shoulders touch again but not directly leaning on him.