[Costigan moved into the kitchen, stripping the shirt off of him and tossing it on the counter. He still had all four bandages in place, the stitches needing to stay in for another day or two. Of course, they could always leave them until the return to the Barge, which seemed a safer bet; he wondered how he would explain away the scars that made it seem like suicide. But that was a thought for another day.

The inmate grabbed the water he'd had before, taking in a mouthful, swirling it around a little, and spitting it back out into the sink. He did it once more before finally swallowing a mouthful, listening to Dick but taking his time in responding.]

"It's okay, kid. You've been cleaning up after me for a week. I got this." [He didn't think about the change in nicknames because it often wasn't a conscious choice. 'Guy' was respectful; 'kid' was still affectionate, but with an insinuation of something a little less empathetic.