He wastes no time in shutting the door behind them. “Sit on the bed if you want,” he says. Break something if you want, he doesn't say. It'd take the satisfaction out of it.

It's strange and it isn't, her in here. It's just some place he wanders in and out of; someplace he sleeps when there's no alternative. Without Juliet it's nowhere, it's the house he haunts. “She looked okay.” He doesn't bother trying to smile. Too late to soften anything. “You know how old she is?”