"Yeah, I noticed she's different around Trish," Joey said beside him.
"Hmmm…" Winn hummed, eyes still tracking Sylvia's flight. The smooth purr of an engine approached. A Lamborghini glided into the driveway.
Sharona stepped out.
"She's also different around that one," Joey muttered, nodding toward Sharona.
"I'm gonna go lay down," Joey said, the exhaustion settling back into his features. The grief didn't vanish; it just retreated into the corners of his eyes. "Thanks for letting me stay here, but you really don't have to babysit me anymore. I'm good."
Winn turned toward him. "I'll be the judge of that."
"This is not something I can get over, Winn."
"I know," Winn said simply. "I'll be here all the same." He meant it.
Joey smiled faintly. He started toward the front door, and Winn fell into step beside him. The house loomed before them. "I have to go back to work," Joey murmured.
"Anything you need, man. Whatever you need."
