"Well, I'm going to act like myself whenever I want to, so if the people you know are close, you better warn them that my natural state of being is that of an asshole," he replied with a hint of regret about it. He wasn't going to change who he was just because someone didn't like how he happened to act. That was just the way of things.

Yet, he huffed and lifted his head until the jacket was under his head, a comfortable enough pillow. He could even give himself the illusion it was safe for a sleep and God knew he was tired enough. He felt the brush of Wilson's arm when he moved his head, eyeing the other man resting close by.

"Haven't read my file yet? It's all kiss and tell in there," he said with a smirk. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm forty-five."