She looked at him with the expression he was coming to recognize as her version of finding something genuinely funny but deciding not to fully show it.
"No," she said. "They're really not."
He set his phone on the nightstand and looked at her properly. "So... how are you doing?"
She blinked. Like the question surprised her.
"What?"
"How are you doing," he said again. "Right now... this morning."
She seemed to consider whether this was a trick question, decided it wasn't, and then sat with it honestly.
"I don't know yet," she said. "Ask me again in an hour."
"I might not see you in an hour," Mike said. "You'll be back downstairs running the building."
"Exactly as it should be," she said, but the edge wasn't in it.
"You're allowed to not know," Mike said. "You don't have to have an answer by six-thirty."
She looked at him sideways. "You're doing it again."
"What?"
"Making it simple."
"Is it not simple?" Mike said.
"No," she said. "It's very complicated."
