[It was instinctual. Sitting still, being still, was tantamount to death for him. His home? It was any road he could race his Mercedes down. His family? His usual crew was the closest thing he had to a family anymore.

He hated predictability, and disliked the fact that she had him figured out twice now. Either she was good, or he was getting careless. Neither was a comfort to him.]

I've been taking the meds! [ Sometimes. He's whining, but still holding out his hand just to make her happy.] And I didn't go far. Just...the market. Good spirits. Saw that guy singing on the way here.

[From Community House 5, by the Barracks? 'Far' was a relative term.]