Involved in what, was the question. It wasn't a crime to leave the Deck, nor was it a crime to return empty-handed. It was rash and impulsive but he was well within his means to do as he pleased.

"There's not much I wouldn't do for you, after everything you've done for us. Even if a fair few things went wrong towards the end."

He handed the key and the pack of cigarettes he had on him over to David once they got to the right door.

"Are you alright for tonight? Can I check in on you tomorrow?"