It’s a careful thing, the way they’re watching each other. They’re trying to be people, Carver thinks, trying to be decent to each other even when this place makes it so goddamn complicated. It matters.

Breathe out, Carver thinks, and he does. He meets Rosita’s eyes, and he nods. Maybe he can’t always hear it, or believe it, but he’s trying. They both are.

“Thank you,” he says, very softly.