Kate flashes her a smile for the answer, one that's real and bright - too real, too bright, uncontainable, quicksilver. She has family here. She has friends here. But she misses this, that fuck it moment when she and Henry look at each other, toss down the work and go get a drink or three and bullshit until they can think clearly again without ever saying that's what they're doing.

Slinging the bag of reels up to her shoulder, she tips her chin toward the door. "This whole island gets stifling sometimes."