Hayley stopped at his words, a collection of papers in her arms, turning to look at him. She couldn't tell if he was politely trying to get rid of her here at the radio or if this was a gesture that she should be accepting, an equal attempt at peace. After a beat, she shrugged, speaking as she turned to set the papers where they could wait for further attention.

"I'm glad you're still eating." It was a throwback to the words he had given her not long ago, when she was avoiding people, the ones she had told him to save.