Right. You never know. [ He doesn't feel entirely steady on the voice, falling back into more familiar territories with her. The shy, awkward mumbling of when they first met, when he hid away from Thanksgiving dinners and social gatherings. When he never really knew what he could say to her. When she was still the girl who impaled trees for fun and set fire to bars when she was wronged.
It's been a long day. Days. Forever. ]
I should, ah... leave you to it. We'll keep in touch.