'I'm fine.'

It's not going to happen for him. It's okay; more normal than not, in fact. It's still been worth it to see her in such a mess.

He gets up to toss the condom in the bin, wash his face and then grab a cigarette from his jeans. He goes back to sitting where he was, toying his lighter between his fingers.

'Happy birthday,' he says, grins, and lights his smoke.