Verity managed to shut the door and lock it behind them on autopilot, then wandered over to the couch. The Chinese went on the table, where she realized that she'd brought a truly impressive amount of food in her depressive funk. More than enough to share.

"Hey," she said, settling down next to him on the couch. Apparently her ability to make sentences had extended to getting them inside and that was it.

His fault, for kissing her back so well.