He doesn't hear her, opting for a freezing cold shower to clear his head. He feels a little like he can't breathe with her here, asking these questions no one had ever posed, or hadn't posed in so long it didn't matter.

He doesn't have any answers.

He comes out shortly after, wearing a towel, to get dressed.

"You wanna make coffee here, or you wanna go out for it?" he asks. "We could stop by the Bake shop again if you like." He pulls clean clothes from the closet, looking at his ties for a moment, before pulling out a blue one.