"He's my age and he's never going to understand what we went through," I say with a quiet little sound of pleasure at the way Joe's touching my neck and I curl up with him, something else coming to mind that I haven't noticed (or I've been forcibly blind to). "Is this why you leave your pillow instead of bringing it in every night?" I ask, sliding my other arm around his waist to ease in close, eager to get away from the topic of my therapy.