"Oh," he says dumbly, feeling even more insensitive for his outburst. God, what's wrong with him. Other than everything.

"Well, you're not. You live here now so..." So, what? He's fidgeting now, not quite knowing how to sit anymore. Not that he was ever good at it to begin with. "All relationships are work, right?" He flashes her an unsure little smile before taking a long swig from his longneck.