"Yes." He doesn't nod his head, knowing that even that will make everything worse. The elevator is always the worst part of the trip home, although the stairs are absolutely out of the question. Jason moves slowly, feeling a pulse of pain with each ginger step.

"Staff parking on the left." His car, a beautiful and expensive vehicle that he's tended obsessively since getting it in his teenage years. It has all the accoutrements and accessories and almost still smells like a new car (if not for the camphor), and it makes the state of his house in comparison all the more tragic. It likely looks exactly the same as the last time Peggy used it to help him get home years ago. "I should have known I was going to develop one of these since Swann threw a damn cake at me yesterday."