I wouldn't be. I dunno about anyone else.

[He's thinking of Ellie, too, actually.

And all the other people who've come to count on Steph for something. Saul doesn't know who they all are, but he's sure the list of names is long.

He combs his fingers through her hair, idly and gently undoing some of the knots she'd created by tugging at it earlier.]

Who else is gonna deliver booze to my window or threaten to steal my cat? I mean, someone else could try, but it wouldn't be the same.

[She can't see it, but he's sure she can hear him smiling.]