And, well, that was the nail in the coffin, weren't it? The one thing he could nothing about. And it wasn't I want us to go home, it was Megan, wanting to leave all this behind. Him too, probably. After all, he was part of the bad memory...
"Sorry," he said, getting up a little too quickly to be polite. "I'll stop bugging you." He couldn't quite look her in the eyes. "Owl me, maybe?"