The taut tension in her shoulders remained even after she realized it was in fact Ben. He hadn't abandoned her in this flat, then. He hadn't disappeared to Timbuktu and left her to pick up the pieces. Which left the unasked question where were you? to fill the air between them like a suffocating fog. Melody pulled the blanket around her shoulders as though the extra layer would provide some sort of protection from what was to come.

He hadn't spoken to her, though, or taken note of the untouched vial on the table. What was she supposed to do here? How did they start a conversation without it devolving into another fight? Melody chewed the inside of her lip, her gaze never moving from his form at the table. Minutes that felt more like hours passed before she finally quietly spoke, "I'm relieved to see you're in one piece."