Greta knows about wanting - things she shouldn't, and things she should. Where Gabriel falls on Johnny's map is beyond her, but maybe it's better to get the lad moving than to make sure he's on the right path. So she smiles at his answer, wry and understanding. "Then find him," she orders, brushing away the new tears with her thumb, "and get him." A beat. "Well, once you're out of this mess."

The thanks is a pleasant surprise, and her smile broadens. She cups his cheek for a moment, warm and fond, then withdraws her hand. "Would you like the rest of that muffin?"