Passing through the living room, Alex prepared glasses of wine for the both of them, never quite looking at Jack.

"The last three years of my life have been spent puzzling out the vague memories I have of all these events from my childhood." She shrugged. "But it's a bit worth it to see the look on Chris' face when I 'guess' the winner of Eurovision every year."

She settled down next to him on the couch, keeping, still, a distance that didn't speak to their previous intimacy. "It's funny, isn't it? What you remember and what you forget."

Alex offered him a glass of wine, sipping slowly from her own.