It's comfortable. It's almost what he imagines it might be like to have a life Outside the one they've chosen. To have a proper Friend rather than just a huge number of Obligations.

The look on her face is Confusing as she hangs up. It's also, in a way, a Reminder. This isn't Their Life. This is a Moment in time.

He settles back slightly more at the kitchen table, pulls out the gun he hasn't stopped wearing to strip it for a final cleaning. "Where am I taking you, then?"