"Oh, I don't think I know all of it," he says, the words like acid on his tongue. He's trying to keep his voice light, but everything feels like it's fallen into place: nearly a year of experiences with John, the stories apparently unrepeatable, and the awareness that once he gets back to the Bureau, three's going to be a crowd. "This is new."

This, of course, is a mimed outline of her belly on his own lean frame. The elephant in the room. The thing they've been talking around ever since he woke up in the hospital.