You've never done me wrong
Except for that one time
That we don't talk about
Because it doesn't matter anymore

Angie was selling the flat, which meant Cash had to get the stuff he'd stashed here out of it, which was a whole — emotional Gordian knot. He didn't want to make things more difficult for her. He didn't want to go to the flat alone. Eventually Cash settled on going with Theo, on an early evening after they both left work but when Angie was still stuck at the Ministry. He'd cut it close — she needed to be out by the time her brother came home on Friday — but he hadn't wanted to do this at all. And it felt strange, bringing Theo here, even though they both knew Angie — partially because the flat felt like Cash's and Angie's space, and partially because of Eli.

He met Theo in the building's staircase, stayed quiet on the way up, and used his keys to unlock the door, pushing when it stuck in the familiar spaces. Cash cleared his throat and set his keys down on her table — (was she going to move that, or sell it to the new owners? It wasn't a very good table, but Cash felt hollow at the thought of abandoning it.)

"It'll mostly be boring, I think," Cash said, tone apologetic. "Cheap alcohol and penny dreadfuls I've already read."

But he'd still wanted to do it himself, rather than relying on Angie for it.