[It's not such a bad comparison; sometimes they're strangers, other moments they know one another too well. This is the sort of thing she misses, from before everything fell apart. Quiet, companionable evenings without an expectation; something she could, arguably, have kept, though at the time she'd wanted (and she'd believed she had) more. But it's unquestionably nice.
Sitting up straighter, she puts her plate on the table.]
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Sitting up straighter, she puts her plate on the table.]
Have we missed midnight?