I wouldn't share a bed with you every night. How long have they...? It's his turn to look lost, though his hurt is physical, and because he caused hers. He's thinking of all the times they worked towards the same end, and - she's not wrong. It's just that here they're deliberately working towards a common goal. At home, they seem to fall together incidentally.

"I guess I just didn't think of it like that before." A flush climbs up his throat, feeling her eyes on him. This would be some really kinky shit under any other circumstance. Maybe if he just stares at the ceiling for a while. Yeah - yeah. That's the stuff. "Asshole, remember?"