They were going to have a weekend where everything was good, and nothing was going to creep up from five years ago and ruin it. Not until at least the second day. "It was a day at the office," he said, trying to dismiss it with a smile that wasn't entirely genuine. But it would serve. He wanted to change the subject. "I was too busy worrying about whether they'd keep me late to have good day. I just wanted to get home. You can't blame me this time, you know. You took off at lunch."