[Costigan frowned at his door. Probably said it was one of three people, two of whom he had no interest in seeing at present and the little girl he didn't particularly want seeing him like this. After a particularly worse night of sleep, his skin was clammy and he knew himself to be pale. The tremors of his hands had passed, but the general throbbing throughout his body continued and the muscles of his abdomen pulled and tightened in ways he had thought previously unlikely.

Waiting another minute, he knew that whoever it was outside the door wouldn't be leaving; besides, he knew the agent to be too damn stubborn to give up. He stood from where he was laying down on his bed, grabbing a towel from his dresser on the way to pat his face a moment. Then he was at the door, circles under his eyes emphasizing just what a miserable and exhausted state he was in without any words at all.]

"I figured." [Costigan stepped aside to give Bourne room to enter, still preferring to conduct his business in private and feeling that anything and everything with the warden was business in some way, to ensure he wasn't trusting the Sullivan clone too much.] "What do you want?"