Finch is right about that, there's no doubt. John has done everything he had to figure out what threat Darrow might pose, he's broken into apartments surrounding his and Finch's -- carefully, always carefully, never with the intent of taking anything or disturbing someone's belongings -- he's looked for bugs and surveillance equipment. He's searched every possible place for any sign of Samaritan or its agents, he's looked for the Machine, for any sign such a thing exists in this city and he's found nothing, but Finch is right. They'll wonder until they know for sure and that may never happen.

But he'll never stop wondering. He'll never stop doing what he can to keep the people who are important to him safe. He'll never stop keeping Finch safe.

It's heartening to hear Finch put so much trust in him, though he does know it. Their relationship isn't one of employer and employee any longer. It hasn't been for a very long time, they've been friends, equals, and John knows how lucky he is in that regard. His eyebrows lift at what Finch says, though, and he looks across the table at him, a small smile lifting one corner of his mouth curiously.

"So what are you saying, Finch?" he asks. "Have you put out a help wanted ad?"