"Oh, 'improve my performance,' sure." He rolled his eyes, a dry smile pulling at his mouth. "Because they'd be hunting me down to complain, not to beg me not to go ..." He slowed his pace a little so she wouldn't have to walk too fast. They were in plenty of time to check in. "That was most of the day, yeah. It is different when you actually have to think about work after you go home." Which she had known a lot longer than he had. He liked it, he thought, or would have if it hadn't been so close to home. "But it'll wait a while. I don't think anyone knows much, at this point."
And yet, he felt comfortable enough leaving, wasn't too worried that he wasn't acting urgently enough ... which meant he probably didn't think it had ended well.