That's logical enough, but it's a disappointing kind of logic. Fox is left with the sensation that there's more to it, that he's standing on the other side of a window without a full picture of what she means. On some level, he's aware that it doesn't really matter, but not knowing something never sits easily with him.

"I wish my dad shipped out," he says, for want of anything else to say. Must be nice. "Even when he's on business trips, it's usually only for a week."