The sound of chalk screeching across the board gets him to wince, though it's not the worst sound he's heard. Try and listen to Bull singing in the shower, but really, the lok on JW's face when he turns, gets him to smile. "You weren't expecting me," he says plainly, though he does move to sit down in the same chair he had he day before, spread out like he always did.

"Something smells good though, or a bunch of somethings. What time do you get here to start all this anyway?" He had never really paid attention to what time he closed either, and he was open almost every day. Man must work like the Chargers worked, relentlessly and when there were contracts to finish up.