He took that packet from her too, tucking this one away into safety in his pocket, and nodded, curling both hands back around his tea. He took another sip of the drink and glanced in the direction of the Gasthaus almost nervously. "I think I'm gonna start heading back. I can finish the tea on the way and lose the cup before I get there."

While he was no coward, he knew that John wouldn't be happy if and when Lydia got him back on his feet. He didn't want to be anywhere nearby when that happened.

"Just ... do me a favor?" Not that he had a right to ask for one after what he'd apparently done to them all. Not that what he was about to ask for would make any bit of difference. Regardless, though, he had to ask, had to make sure it was said, and he meant every word of it. "Tell him I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ... "