"Well, come on. Let's see it," he said, trying not to think about how Carol'd run off on her damn fishing boat, her trips longer and longer every damn time. And how hard he'd pushed her to come back, to come home, and what had come of it after. The things she'd done, because he'd twisted her arm about saying in a place so full of ghosts.

Maybe he should've left it the hell alone.

On his way towards the back of the house, he patted Theon's shoulder companionably, just a quick point of contact and a sideways look.