Alex is a psychologist. If she thought about it, she'd confess she thinks meeting his own ideal of his mother is probably more important than meeting the real one. But she doesn't look at things in his world as constructs, not anymore.

Not for a long time.

Her lips thin in a smirk.

'Bad as you meeting my mum for the first time? With me bent over a desk and my skirt hitched up?'

God, that was a nightmare.