Some people are just jerks. Han is arguably one of those some people. At least some of the time, anyway.

It says a lot about how decent of a person Verity is that she wouldn't let him bleed out in her apartment. Though, he thinks that maybe she's the kind of person who wouldn't let anybody bleed out in front of her if she could do something about it.

(On the other hand, if he's being a little more thoughtful he'd realize that she probably wouldn't nurse the shit out of a stranger for three, four or however many days it was before he got better. Stabilize them and get them to a hospital, sure, but not let them lay out in her bed.)

Her touch is simply a touch. It doesn't feel like the kind of thing he needs to pull away from anymore, but it doesn't inspire the want for more like it did before either. It's a kind of progress. He thinks. Being around her still is puzzling to him. She doesn't fit neatly in one of his well-defined categories for people. The nerve of her.

It does remind him of something he wanted to tell her before, but that get's derailed when she mentions her boss.

"Yeah? Who is he? What's he like?"