"Maybe tomorrow," Steve shot back, eyebrows raising and falling. "I don't have anything on it yet."

He could do the drive today, and keep pushing himself. He wouldn't mind, probably would love it, honestly. But she'd already stipulated a shower, and he'd already been clear about needing to get out to the hospital today. The latter of which crossed out the hours available to get out and back and hike up to the windy cliffs. Fun, but not enough to let down his people. Nothing ever was. Chin might not be expecting him, but that didn't matter.

The man could probably use a meal and a shower himself, and if Steve was lucky, he'd convince him to take even thirty.

Which he'd complain about, but he wasn't going to stand for anything less than that. Some space, some breathing, someone to stand by on stand by in case anything happened in each of those seconds that would matter to Chin, in case he needed to be called. It was important. It was how the team was a family, and they looked out for each other.

Today was no different. What happened this week didn't change it. Which was important point to make, too.

The drive curved back through the highway, heading them closer and closer to where they started.