"Other than Jim vanishing?" McCoy says, but he's medicating that himself with a heavy dose of liquor. "I mean, that, plus Rogue, it's kept me highstrung, to say the least," he says, sitting down and exhaling heavily. "Jean, for god's sake, I'm not here to say anything's wrong because you're the one glimmer of light in all this crap. I just figured sooner, rather than later, we oughta have the talk about intimacy."