His eyes flickered away, glancing up at the plaster ceiling above his own bed, which he knew would match her own.

"You were contemplating a water spot," he said, pretending to take a shot in the dark. Then, he added, dropping all pretense. "You were wondering what I might be doing." It was a simple bit of honesty, nothing particularly revelatory. It seemed natural, now, that they would be in each other's thoughts.

He dropped his head to rest on his folded arm, their faces seeming mere inches apart, despite the fact that they were in different parts of town, different apartments, different beds.