Ben hesitated. His pocket watch was in his hand still, and he ran the edge of his thumb along the inside of the cover as he tried to think of how to answer her. In the light of the morning, he regretted having said it. It didn't help either of them, because there was nothing either of them could do about this marriage and the frankly hopeless shambles it was in after less than two months. The only thing it would do, being spoken aloud, was sting, and he should have kept it to himself.

That being said, he couldn't tell her now that he hadn't meant it, because he had. Out was the only thing he wanted, because he could see no future in this that allowed either of them to ever be happy again.

"Yes," he said eventually, closing his pocket watch and replacing it on the nightstand without looking in her direction.