Alabaster's eyebrows shot up. Half of him felt annoyed for causing her so much trouble, the other half simply marveled, Ah, so this is what it's like to have someone who cares.

He gave a small nod, and an even smaller, "All right." He headed for the couch, carefully. Every movement felt like Tommy was hammering on him again, with steel hands and iron-clad boots. Gratefully, he sunk into the couch with a tiny sigh.