"Maybe it's because you're worth saving," Roxie said softly. "I mean, look at you, Joe. You're doing what the rest of us should - helping the innocents who really need it. Yes, we fight the big threats, but you make more of a long-term difference. We just...deal with the threat of the week."

She squeezed his hands again, feeling their gentle roughness against the tough silkiness of her own. "She's not the only one who'd try to save you," Roxie added. "I mean...you know." Her brow furrowed. "We all care about you, no matter how long you've been away."

There was, on the tip of her tongue, another question that Roxie wanted to ask, but it wasn't her question to ask. She wanted to know who that important someone would be to Joe.

"What's the darkest thought you've ever had?"

Yeah, because that wasn't a zinger.