{Two and a half weeks. Jesus. It's surprising and not, somehow, and it sets something heavy and sickening in the pit of his stomach.]

Do I look happy?

[God. He runs a hand down his jaw. All this time and they'd been happy, they've been themselves again, and she had it and hadn't said anything...]

What did you think was going to happen if I saw the name Drake, that I'd vanish into a puff of smoke? Start looking for a new quest, in space? There aren't any mysteries left!