A smile spreads across his face; it doesn't take too long to light up his eyes, his mouth. "Ace of Hearts. Gun-Toting Weathergirl. I like them both."

They're way better than Forbidden Faye.

"Since you have the card handy, that seems like fate to me. Ace of Hearts it is." She has to be remembering little snippets of things, at the very least, to come up with titles like that. Setting down the saxophone next to the bed, he turns to Faye and her coy smile and the playing card she holds out for him almost demurely.

He studies her eyes: they're big and beautiful and close to innocent. If his life had gone differently...

No point in mourning what he can't have.

And though he hates to ask her this question yet again, he's going to anyway. "Are you... doing okay?"