She knows more than he does, even without those little future glimpses the City offers. There's no promise of a wedding band from her, just a casual fling and a bad break up. No matter how things turn out here, he goes home to try and fail again. He's miles away from a future in terms of the two of them, and yet it's hard not to cling to this little moment between the misunderstandings.

If it can't influence anything, rationally there should be no point to it at all, but her hand is warm on a cold night and it feels like it's worth trying. For now, if the future can't be planned. When he lifts his head, his expression is softer.

"Good way of not thinking about it. I'm sorry, this was a terrible conversation starter for a date."