walking backwards through the automatic doors, holding two cups of vending machine coffee Okay, so, important thing—he's fine. Like, medically. The doctor said the memory stuff could last a few weeks or a few months. They don't really know.

Fair warning—he's kind of flirty right now. Like, more than usual. The nurse asked him if he knew what year it was and he said, Twenty twenty-two, but I'd rather know what time you get off.