Joe nodded. For a second, he paused. Going up against Quynh was unlike anything they'd done so far. They hadn't ever needed to fight someone like them who couldn't die and who, clearly, had spent the last few centuries nurturing a grudge. This could go ugly very fast. Worse than with Merrick. Worse than they've ever seen.

In the face of that, the months of fighting between the two of them seemed petty.

He pulled Nicky back in close to him, forehead pressed and rubbing into his husband's for a second before he indulged in a kiss. Nothing long but not chaste, either. 'I love you, too,' it said. 'If things go wrong, I am sorry. I love you and always have. Always will.' And with that settled, he was off.

Joe clung to the wall. He knew Quynh well enough to anticipate she had some security around here. But she had been underwater for awhile so he was betting it wasn't all that advanced. Still, he was careful and slipped into the building as quiet as he could. Melting into the shadows as he got himself into a better position. One where he could both alert Booker to his presence and also get a better idea of what the Hell was going on, here.

If he wasn't discovered immediately, of course. Time to pray.