"We are sharing," Sophie informs Connor when he reemerges from the bathroom. She's naked now, but only briefly while she puts on Connor's t-shirt that she had discarded that morning. She doesn't look quite so invincible anymore, her shoulders slumped and her skin pale, but she's still smirking as she wraps her arms around Connor's waist, looking up at him through long eyelashes. She's still forgotten her freckles, and there's a bump in her nose like it's been broken.

"You know, love, attempting to share showers like that is not exactly friend behavior."