The thing about the Cat House is that it isn’t that far from Marzipan Terrace. Dashing gets him there in less than a minute by wing, so as Hawke steps out, Chris lands in the front walk more heavily than he might usually. He wasn’t aiming for grace on this one.

“Based on those time stamps, you haven’t slept much, if at all. You’re blaming yourself and now setting out to…what? Linger? To what end, Wolfe?”