"Which one's Debra?" Bobby asked in a disinterested voice, because his mind was stuck on the thought of Michael pursuing him. On what that would be like, if it was ever more than this harmless joking.

He walked next to the other as he headed for his door, then let him walk through first once he'd unlocked. "Get to the kitchen and sit down, I'll find something to ice your face with. Did they get you anywhere else? Ain't the time to play hero, I'll strip you down and find your injuries if I gotta."