After they had not made love she pulled the sheet up over her eyes until he was buttoning his shirt: not shyness for their bodies – those they had willingly displayed – but a frail endeavor to apologise. Later, though, drawn together by a distaste for such ‘untidy ends’ they agreed to meet again; whereupon they giggled, reminisced, held hands as though what they had made was love – and not that happier outcome, friends.