"God, that sounds like something you'd see in a tabloid headline. Uni sex bingo parties."

There's something absurd and wonderful about lying in Molly's bed, half-naked and sticky and laughing at a terrible joke they're sharing even if she's halfway across the city from him. Because even though she keeps surprising him, he knows he can trust her, that if she's playful with him there's neither malice in it nor an attempt to sort of shame him into being a version of himself she'd prefer.

Plus this is every bit as fun as shadowing a suspect through a telling deviation in their daily routine.