"It might help," she says, smiling a little as he downs the rest of his tea. "At least, it couldn't hurt."

Rosie goes quiet again, thinking, doing her best to consider it in some kind of abstract rather than the mire of sadness and uncertainty it had been for weeks. She hadn't been lying when she'd told him it was hard.

"I can't keep feeling like there's something I need to measure up to. Or make up for. And that's true no matter who I'm with, whether it's Sabrina or...not."