"It's like a buffet," he said, some of his morning demeanour starting to creep in. He slid to the edge of the bed, pressing a kiss to Raylan's temple. "But I cannot contemplate any liquids just yet," he admitted as he got to his feet and headed to the bathroom.

When the door shut behind him, Jessica advanced on Raylan, keeping her voice down.

"What do you mean I've made him scared of himself? His... condition has been assessed by some of the top mental health experts in New York; I'm only telling you what they told me."

As far as she was concerned, he was right to be scared of what he might do when he was under because it was scary.