[The answers comes delayed but it comes. Flynn turns on the tablet with a soft sigh.]

You saw the obituary.

[It's not a question, more a mix of embarrassment, fatigue and sadness. Now that the anger had died down it felt childish to fall for Beckett's continuous jabs. Instead, he felt numb at the loss of his friend after trying so hard, after doing so much to keep him alive despite his injuries.]

Yes, I'm still up. I mean, obviously, otherwise how could I answer you. Unless I was talking in my sleep but I would hope you'd have told me by now if I did that.