Davin is staring down at his phone and avoiding a call that he knows he has to make when the doorbell rings. He's laid out on the sofa in a position that don't make his ribs feel like they're on fire so he really, really doesn't want to get up.

He's still reeling a bit from his conversation with Lara, worried about Mel and Hank coming back to finish the job, but they probably wouldn't ring the bell in the middle of the day.

"Come in!" He calls out, wincing as the shout causes a painful twinge in his ribs. He's laid out in a thin white t-shirt and boxers, a tiny bit spacy from the pain pill he popped after Lara left. But still, he's always up for company, especially if it's a friendly face.