She shrugged and kept the cigarette as he'd silently given her permission to do and she stood there, watching him as he tried to gather himself, to get some kind of answer for everything that was happening pulled together. "Well, come on, out with it then." She pushed impatiently, looking at him expectantly.
And then the explanation happened and she wasn't even sure what to make of it. "What?" she scrunched her nose at his answer and when he said it was October of twenty-thirteen, a laugh escaped. "You're a fucking arse, you know that!" she shoved his shoulders lightly. "This is fucking funny, Mitchell! What the fuck is actually going on?!"