Was Niles leading them to the apartment, or was Gabe? He couldn't tell anymore. But it didn't matter. He just nodded, giving a soft smile back. He felt so very heavy, and yet what Gabe promised still seemed to be the best idea of the day. He lowered himself into one of the living room chairs to start unlacing his boots.

But before he could do more than get the knot undone, his gaze fell on the glasses on the table. The nearest one the the faintest smear of lipstick. He reached for it, picking it up as though it might break from touch alone. Amanda had sat in this very chair, telling him of her own experience. He remembered she'd said something to him, something so incredibly kind that he felt lighter than he'd ever felt. Why couldn't he remember it?

"Why don't we get a drink at the NeedWant, first?" he asked, his tone almost dreamy. If he saw her again, he might remember. And he might not feel so heavy. "We can dance after."