“I can’t work for you again,” she says, and his heart drops straight into his shoes (though his desire to kill Will Bailey rises, if anything).

A million things fly through his head - shouldn’t have kissed her, shouldn’t have slept with her, should have been better (could I have been better?), shouldn’t have risked it, stupid, stupid, stupid, everyone leaves you, Josh, why should she be any different? - but all that actually comes out is garbled nonsense that’s too high-pitched, something like, “Well, yeah, of course - I mean, if you need to…who wouldn’t.”

And she knows, because she always knows - always has known - which is probably why she only sighs, and cradles the back of his neck in one hand, and says, “Calm down, Josh, I’m not breaking up with you - I can’t work for you again because I’d rather keep doing this-” before she kisses him, and for once, all those voices in his head mercifully shut the hell up.