She laughs under her breath, realizing that she's gripping his hands so hard, her knuckles are blanched. It takes an effort of will, but she forces herself to relax.

'I am off the map again, and floundering in deep waters, love. It may look like I'm clinging to you because I have nothing else left, and I wouldn't blame you if you thought that.'

She forces her hands to go through the motions of filling their glasses again.

'But I told you two things at Christmas, that first year.'

She hands him his glass back, and takes another sip.

'You only heard the second thing, that I couldn't. You never heard me say that I wanted to. That I wanted you then, I wanted this kind of relationship with you then.'

'Honestly, Gene, if we wait around for all the reasons we shouldn't do this to resolve themselves, well... I get the feeling we'll never get there. And I, for one, am so tired of waiting for things to go my way.'