"I know," she says, but quietly, not trying to cut him off. He doesn't need her crap when he's dealing with his own. He can always use her to think out loud but she knows things have to be different here.

It's her own fault that she can't quite believe they are, even if she goes through all the right motions and says all the right words.

"I don't hate that it's happening. It's - the speed. Like you said, twelve years and no one and now -" She makes a vague gesture towards his neck, and even the apartment, signed for by Drake.