"You're being two gorgeous, sleeping men, Owen. How'd you like to trade seats?" Jack flashes back. "I envy you, I really do." Owen can scowl at the wink all he likes. Jack's happy to lighten the mood with inappropriate comments to their workmates at a time of great need.

To Peter, he's a little more gentle. He leans over the other and pulls the car door shut. And then he feels up his leg for the second pistol he knows Carlisle has strapped to his ankle. "You tried to jump out of the SUV. Do you have anything on you right now that you could use to kill yourself?"

This isn't a depression intervention, Peter.

He's genuinely worried.