You called the cops on me. [He reminds, as though it could be an oversight not to remember the last time. Climbing out of a cab at 2am with the driver only glad he hadn't vomited on the upholstery, and her spelling his name on the phone like it was czech or something.]
They're not going to start dredging the river after eight hours, babe. [Might be something he told her, unhelpfully, before, too. This time it's quiet, muffled against her shoulder and the sleep in his voice.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
They're not going to start dredging the river after eight hours, babe. [Might be something he told her, unhelpfully, before, too. This time it's quiet, muffled against her shoulder and the sleep in his voice.]