"Yeah." But Costigan would not be getting off that easily, because part of this whole deal had been actually talking about issues, and Dick had noticed he'd been sort of scarce over the last couple days. It hadn't been something he'd been actively concerned about, but it was still noticeable, and considering the floods and more people leaving, he doubted it was anything good.

He grabbed a glass out of a cabinet, filled it with water, and retrieved the antidepressants and benzos, handing over the pills first and then the glass. "So, where've you been?"