[ John keeps the line open but doesn't say anything for a while. There's the sound of him climbing aboard, looking things over, opening this and that, seeing what his new boat is like. It is his. A new hobby, as gifted from Harold. After a little while he steps back on the dock and speaks quietly in the winter stillness, alone by the water except for Harold in his ear. ]

You know, Harold, I've never thanked you for any of it. The suits, the loft, the boat. You've done a lot for me. Thank you. You're a good person.

[ He's not telling Maria he said it, but. He said it. He means every word of it. ]