Having set the tap a little cooler than usual because Sophie's right (again) and he's still overheated, Connor strips out of his sooty clothes. He watches Sophie adjusting her form, stepping in beside her to drop a kiss on her forehead. "Mostly just more familiar. Come on."

He doesn't address the former question until they're under the water and he's lathering shampoo into her hair. "Of course you wouldn't... he will though."