Hey, Hero

Farewells to Katie are kept warm but brief, no one wanting to prolong it, all wishing they could stay longer too.
Soon, the room is quiet.

Con grins, envisioning the little Italian restaurant. "You're on. I'm on my way to go try and convince Reese to let me stay at least a week, so if he says yes, I'll be around here for lunch."
By the time noon arrives, Con's back at Jamie's desk with his keys dangling from his hand. "You're in luck, and I'm starving. You ready?"

Jason parks Hal's truck at the hospital again, and just sits for several minutes, thinking. He can't believe what just happened. He wouldn't have accepted it, had he not been assured several times by everyone present. But now what?
Getting out, he ambles inside, heading for Katie's room. He looks at his watch...he'd been gone all morning...he hoped she'd been okay with Jay, and if she'd been left alone, he hoped she was alright with that.

Approaching her room, the door is open and he sees that everyone has gone. Taking a deep breath, he enters. He's still got a bruise near his scarred eye, his lip is obviously cracked, and he's favoring his knee again. How on earth was he supposed to explain what happened to Katie? Not only that, but she'd see the bewildered and dazed look on his face from what had just transpired at his meeting. The folded papers sticking up out of his back pocket bother him the most.

He musters up a small grin to Katie, though it comes across as partially sheepish. "Hey, Hero. How's your day going?"