[ ... ah, warm hands. probably a little different than Leon's, whose fingers are a little cool to the touch. bad circulation and all. it happens. ]

Seven years... well, maybe I can ask whoever doles out bad luck to defer it for a while. No one has time for that!

[ and he smiles, steadying himself so he can pull up Jamie without too much difficulty. ]

You still haven't answered my question, but you seem okay.

[ then, he gently pats the guy's head. ]