He knows that he doesn't have to tell her to keep this quiet, nor to be discrete in their future interactions regarding the vulnerable things he has shared. It's why he can count her as a friend, she is the most emotionally intelligent person he has ever met, and delightfully dangerous with it.

Standing, and stumbling a half step to the left thanks to the booze and blood loss, he lets a slightly wavering tinny laugh track play while he pulls his shirt back on.

"A pity, I fully intended to spend my evening practising my rhythmic gymnastics routine."

Ha.