[It is, and it makes his chest pang because it's so familiar. Practically an echo of a hurt that's following him around. Or maybe he's an echo of it, if his came later? Does it matter? Probably not, if they're still in love with ghosts.]

She sounds like a catch. I'm glad you had that chance.

[He traces some dumb print on his blanket with his finger.]

Have you ever met a woman that smiled at you like all she wanted you to do was to smile back? No hugging, no kissing, no "take me now". Just this smile that says, "I would like to see you happy." That was Kate.

[He is about to ask what happened with Carla, and the question almost forms on his lips. But then the "W" doesn't fully come out and he rolls over onto his back again.] Let's not think about the bad. Let's go to sleep with the good.