It is a privilege. It feels lucky, he thinks. To be able to spend time with Lucy like this. Of course, Dustin is always lucky and worse still, always the first to acknowledge his fortune; some people don't have food or shoes or shelter, he knows. But this sort of luck feels different, somehow. Weightless. No guilt or obligation. Not that he's self-aware enough to realise it.

Instead, he just shivers a little when she touches his hand. Smiles when she steps close. "Well," he says. "We won't find quiet here." Or anywhere in the gym, for that matter.

"Do you want to..." Leave? Actually leave? Dustin doesn't finish the thought, but the implication is clear. Especially when he follows up with, "We could... sit by the pool. For a few minutes, anyway."