Simon blinked when she moved her crutch, and when he looked down at it suddenly the familiarity clicked into place - Tess! Tess, Radha's sister. Fuck, he thought first, then it second. Where was he in life that Rye could hurt him anyway? All the important things were gone, besides.
"Don't worry about it," he replied magnanimously, propping an elbow up on the window sill and giving her that sideways grins that the Foxes were all but famous for at this point. "I'm bad at dates myself, so we can call it a wash. Besides," he nodded out to the sheeting rain, "looks like the weather isn't in the mood to cooperate with an evening walk."
Then it hit him, and his expression flickered; aw shit the curfew fuck.