She hands the bottle and the journal back to him, and she sits down next to him on the cot. Admittedly, she's tired too. It's been a long couple weeks and nobody really knows enough about that to understand how much she's run herself ragged, and she's feeling raw enough as it is without letting anyone poke at her wounds.

Tess mulls over that picture long and hard. Lots of kids have no one, she reasons. Not your fucking kid, so why care about one little boy?

But she's not that heartless, either. Especially not after what she did to Joel, either.

"You reform me or this little boy grows up without anyone, and you'd be dead too," she says, a little cool, but she's still here, isn't she? "You're in a real shit position."