"It's not as cold as it could be," Abby says, which is apparently supposed to be of some comfort, "At least it's not snowing." Or raining. The rain is just as bad sometimes, because everything gets so fucking water-logged. Benedict isn't looking at her. He's staring into the middle distance, chewing on a thought.

She watches him for a moment, and it seems like he doesn't notice. So she makes herself ask him, "You okay?"