and she has breakfast in bed with ian the way normal people do with a cinnamon raisin bagel for herself and a wheat one for him. he globs on the cream cheese in a way that makes her laugh and she doesn’t think about the others, she doesn’t think about harry or tom. instead she bites into it, telling ian about her next project, telling ian about the dream she had. he listens and nods and chews, a dab of cream cheese caught in the corner of his lips. suddenly she kisses him there and he kisses her back and the bagels fall onto the bedsheets then fall onto the floor as they tumble over each other.