[He's hoping. And, in fact, it actually does hold-- or at least, no one comes running to check on them, which is good.

He's nothing short of amazed seeing Jason's injuries heal, but considering it extracts what is clearly a very heavy price, he also hopes it's something he doesn't have to see again. Owen watches him from the rear-view, biting his bottom lip. It is very, very difficult to watch someone --anyone-- writhing around in pain, especially someone you care about. Which, he has to sort of slowly realise, he does.

He waves off the offer of the cigarette.]

I'm good. Although if I had one of those to hand right after you called me last night, I'd probably have taken it. You scared the hell out of me, for the record. ...Are you feeling better now? You look better, regardless of what you think.