"What kind of host would that make me?" He keeps it light, having been lulled back into the usual level of melancholy 'fine' by the movie. Giving her hand a squeeze, he lets go and reaches for the remote to turn the TV off. No "are you still watching Netflix?" screens tonight. "There's a bed upstairs - I'll change the sheets, and then it's all yours."

Let's not talk about how long the sheets have been on there.