It's so odd. Both the concept of going around and around a landscape that doubles back on itself, and the knowledge of this happening and it being simply accepted.

Quietly, he appreciates the shift in conversation. Nothing has been forgotten, but they don't need to talk about it any more. Go figure, the information is given and they both stop short of talking about the feelings behind it. Go figure, go figure, go figure.

No, Darcy. You are not alone. He just doesn't know how to say it's going to be okay because he is not okay.

"What was it like? The camp. I've heard it mentioned."