"That sucks," Kate says sfeelingly, and there's a lump in her throat that probably has fuck all nothing to do with Danny and not much to do with Steve. "I mean, the not knowing. Not the working out here."

She wants to ask how he deals with it. Not knowing. And worrying about Danny disappearing, and what he does when he does get worried, but that's even more personal.

Her hands wrap around her beer glass and she stares into it, unguarded and soft. "You guys are good together."