Ivan is content to let her drift away and come back; someone with a fondness for armchair psychology might describe it as a microcosm of their whole relationship, but Ivan just finds it convenient.
He still smells vaguely of cigarettes, the time she returns to him after he's been outside. "Found anything of yours yet?"
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He still smells vaguely of cigarettes, the time she returns to him after he's been outside. "Found anything of yours yet?"