Jag let out a relieved sigh when Val spoke, and failed to turn on him. Still that side of him, then, good. He dropped his hand onto his knee, then pushed up to his feet as well. "How're you feeling?"

The only time he'd seen Val after a shift, the man had been in a fairly poor state. (But of course he'd only cared about shagging him, hadn't he. He ignored the bitter voice at the back of his head.)