"Oh," Mary blinked. "My things... I forgot. Yeah, I can, um, I can give you my address." She'd forgotten leaving everything. It had been stupid of her to move in with him, but at the time it seemed like nothing could separate them. In the end it had been too easy to do.

He said he'd go and Mary said, suddenly, "No," reaching out to grab his hand but then thought better of it, the gesturing hanging in mid-air. "I mean, you don't have to-" She sighed, knowing she was making a fool of herself. "I'm sorry. This is-" she licked her lips, too dry, and then looked at him. "I've missed you."