He was reluctant to get up and go with her but it was almost instinctive to follow her. Where she went, they followed. That was how it was for decades for him. Drunk as he was Booker barely swayed on the journey.

At first, he wasn't sure where she was taking him. Somewhere private to talk? That didn't make sense because they were the only ones up. Everywhere in the house was private.

The others made sense, Booker supposed, since this was too much for her to take on. Fuck, he was a burden anyway. Joe and Nicky were sleeping. He shouldn't bother them with this. They had their happiness. He shouldn't taint that.

"Go back to sleep..."