[That sharp tap of his thumb is so familiar, so like something he'd have done in the time she can't help thinking of as before, and in her head she's already reacting in kind - nudging his side with an elbow, rolling her eyes and asking why the hell he's so averse to talking to someone if he doesn't care what they think - before she remembers it's not like that anymore and reins it in. Inclines her head towards him instead and wonders over that look of his.]

So you'll go, then. You'll see her and you'll really try.

[It's not often that she's this earnest with people. Honest, yes, but this is something else, and he brings it out in her more than anyone else she knows. Especially now, when she's hurt and worried and missing him all over again, and she wonders if he realizes -

right up until she follows his line of sight. Well, she did pretty well to hold his attention that long anyway.]

I should've done this the other way around. Said you could have the bike if you went to therapy. I could have got at least two sessions.