"No." He's too tired to put on an act and honesty don't suit him no more than sorry does, but that's what she gets. "I looked up from rock duty earlier to see you walkin' off with Blondie and a burlap sack over your head and it didn't look none too fun to me. I ain't gonna ask you where they took you or what they did, Kate, 'cause if you want to tell me you will and if you don't, then it ain't my business. The reason I'm walkin' you to your door right now is to make sure no Others jump out and force you away again."

And once he's sure she's okay, he's gonna go up to his own room and get out of these damn island clothes and have a shower, put some of that antibiotic on his chest, and think long and hard about never goin' back to that damn island again.

"If you want to say that's comparin' notes, Freckles, then I guess we're comparin' notes."

Comes a time a man's got to put away his mask and just be himself. He guesses now's as good a time to take that risk as any.