"You don't have to explain yourself," Michael's quick to reply - thinking about the guy that jumped him in the men's room back in Miami. Not once did William question him - not about anything. "All that matters is someone tried to pick a fight and you stood up to him. Me and Jack had your back."

Again, his eyes dart back to Jack, searching for some sort of resonance in what he's saying but seeing only the twitch of his lips around the cigarette.

"I can go get Mark if you don't want to go in there."