It's hard enough to be in a crowded room on his good days, especially one running this high with emotions: so many kinds of fear, inward and outward seeking. Frustration for the secrets, fear for their being revealed, fear for the new unknown cast upon them and another near death. It crowds up against every piece of him rubbed raw by Casey's disappearance, sinks into his skin, sets him anxious to leave.

He's making his way back through the crowd, needing some air, needing to get out there already, damned if he'll let another person slip through his fingers like--

Smoke, Jesus.

But he catches Sam's question, and he's spent enough time with him and Sonny both he doesn't need to pick their reactions out of the crowd to know they're genuine. Whatever Credence has done, they're no more upset with him than Kira is, and it means something to feel that, wondering if the fear in the room will coalesce into a mob. "I'm going," he says, stopping briefly at their elbows. "Credence calls me a friend, the only other person he talks about like that is Tina. I don't think he'd hurt me, even like this." Even with his strange temper the other day, he seemed to be holding it back for Kira's sake. "I'll bring him back."