I open the next morning to Jason at the other side. "Hi."

He doesn't look good. Dark circles ring around his eyes, and I have the distinct feeling that unlike me, he didn't sleep last night.

I realize that maybe I'm not being fair to him? He had to perform surgery on his friend yesterday. He must have gone through the same emotional and mental stress I went through, maybe even more. Just because he held a gun afterwards doesn't mean anything changed.

He speaks before I can ...