She catches her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I didn't know if, maybe, y'had someone ... "

She shrugs, gesturing vaguely.

Someone back home. Someone he just hadn't seen for a while. His wife.

"It's all right."

She hunts for his one free hand underneath the covers, settling down against the pillows. Her eyes flick back to his.

They're running out of reasons why they ain't 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend'.

"Jus' tell me when that changes."

Beat.

"An', Tommy  —  don't – don't tell anybody else. 'Bout us."