[Bourne had learned to be patient, so he didn't really mind the wait. He wondered how odd it had to seem, him as a warden minding an inmate that wasn't his own. They'd met because he had the misfortune to share a face with Costigan's worst enemy, for God's sake. Now the former Blackbriar asset was spending most of his time trying to make sure the cop was doing all right - a strange reaction to someone whose initial method of greeting was a fist upside your jaw. Still, the warden saw some commonalities once they had stopped hitting each other, and each had ended up sharing a little too much about themselves for any contact to break immediately. (At least Costigan wasn't openly confrontational. Most of the time.)

When the inmate opened the door, Bourne was surprised by his rather sorry state. Dark circles under his eyes, pale skin - Costigan looked like he'd been through hell and back. Obviously he hadn't gotten better since their talk last week, and the flood probably had something to do with it. It had taxed Bourne's own nerves quite enough.]

"Told you I owe you an explanation," [Bourne said, grateful that he at least didn't have to fight his way into the room - although Costigan was beginning to look as if a strong breeze might send him reeling.]