The air in here has changed, just slightly. It's not really a joke anymore, and they both know it.

But he knows what it means to her. Wanting to belong. And what she says next --



It reminds him of the Rev, working up to a lather at his pulpit. Talking about the sides they have. That they need to take.

Glancing back up at her, face clear, open. The words he's known to say since he was old enough to know they're a lie falling out easy as how's the weather.

"Sounds like every town."