Carver nods slowly, meeting her eyes. Mostly, he looks tired. It worked out okay after the lighthouse bullshit but he knows that was the exception and very far from the rule. Pope have called it a sin, and made him answer for it.

It could’ve gone wrong. The fact that it didn’t is still catching him sideways now, in the aftermath.

“Sometimes,” he admits, very quietly. “When they don’t know a thing about me, they can’t ask me things in the middle. And then whatever happens isn’t anyone’s fault. It just happens.”