She sat on the shore, arms wrapped around her knees. As he saw her, he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. He picked his way across the rocks to her.

“Hey,” she said as he sat behind her. She didn’t turn her head, but settled back into him as he wrapped his arms over hers.

“I didn’t know if you’d come,” he said. “You don’t, always. Sometimes it’s monkeys, or work, or I’m late for something but I don’t know what it is. Sometimes it’s nothing at all.”

“But you still try?” she asked.

“Every night.”

“Good.”