She's fiddling with her dressing gown, and that distracts him for a moment. And then he's nodding because yes, they were, and then she's standing and he's seen that look on her face before, and she's not...

'...Alex, I'm wearin' a towel.'

There's a twist of something in his chest. He knows his face stays still. But there it is again, the razor edge of a mood change, sawing through his peace.

'Please don'...can we just talk a bit first, this time? Please?'