‘Oh.’

He frowns minutely.

‘Yeah, s’pose not.’

That one was so long ago, he can barely remember. A lot’s happened since then. And it never seemed to really count, as she knocked him back at the end. It was like she knew she was leaving, and was just having dinner with him to say goodbye.

This is almost like that. Only it’s not, as well. They’ve both made an effort for this one. It’ll probably be the last one they have, for whatever reason. It does count, in some way he can’t specify.

‘Upstairs, inside then.’