"Thanks." Shaun gripped his cane tight as he moved to the dining room table, sore, but not wanting to drip on his couch. He glanced around, rubbing the back of his neck- it wasn't completely unlike his, in that temporary and furnished from scratch from thrift stores sort of way. It looked comfortable though, and he smiled at the computer set up, remembering how Jensen had treated his laptop like his baby when they were on mission.