Please don't sleep on a bench. Then I'd have to sleep out here to make sure no one pisses you off and winds up getting punched across the city. As your lawyer, and hopefully your friend, how about we go and find something less bench-like and more... Jess-like.

[He was still glad she couldn't see him, because she'd be able to see the sympathy that was visible on his open-book face. Jess was prickly, and she had every right to be. It hurt him to know that. And he wanted to fix it, to help.]

I'm not asking you to move in with me Jess. Let's just go find something where we can have our backs to the wall until we can figure out what all of this really is going to boil down to.