[ He listens, sits for a minute or two with the communicator in his lap. She has her facts all lined up. It's a relief, in a way—being told you're a murderer. I'm not. Like he's some separate species. He doesn't disagree. ]

She bit someone else. After—me and you. [ Maybe she looked on the network, but knowing her as he does—barely—he assumes not. ] I won't tell you he's a good man, but he didn't deserve that.

[ His voice dips. ] I know you were just trying to do your fucking laundry. But we have to be here for each other. Nobody else is gonna do it.