"That is what you get," TL says loftily, "for getting yourself in danger so often."

Then, warily, "No, seriously, Wellard, where is he? If you want to be a gentleman of any way, shape, or form please please please please tell me? Mary might kill my shins but Finn would just kill plain old me."

Long moment.

"And Becca. Got to think of Becca. It's all her fault in the first place."