He loses track of time, sitting there, staring out at the water as he eats his meal deal sandwich he picked up from boots. It's a nice enough spot, at least, somewhere he can try and clear his head a little.

But then he's never been too good at that, has he? Well, other than that once. Cleared it pretty damn well then.

He doesn't realise the time when it rolls around to six, but even if he had, he has no intention of returning to the museum. He doesn't want another repeat of earlier.

When his phone beeps, he pulls it from his pocket, looking at it and taking a few minutes to reply. He notes, he gets a kiss in the text message. More than she could manage in person.

Not there. By the river.