She looks at him, smiling, even as he goes back to his pizza. There’s something innocent about the way he talks about people, sometimes, like they’re rare creatures. Who did he learn that from, she wonders. Did it come as a surprise, after so many years? Nostalgic?

“Why do people feel chatty after doing something so intimate?” she says, teasing. She sits up straighter, off him, just so she can twist in her seat to face him properly. “Do you want to break in your new bed and see if we can figure it out?”