He smirked. "Comforting." It may not have been the word she'd chosen, but he liked it. The cigarette went back and forth between them a few times. Al shifted himself on the cot a little so his back was pressed against the cool wall. It felt good after the ridiculous manhandling he'd received at the paws of Gibbs.

Al felt tired. Felt like curling up in the bed in Nashville and waking up in the sun. Felt like sleeping anywhere, and holding her sounded like a really great idea. A woman, soft and (in this case not) sweet, could chase away about any trouble he might think of. Settling for what he could get for now, he maneuvered until he could reach an arm around her shoulders, offering the cigarette again. "We got a couple legs to stand on, Kara. I can make this right."