Carmy looks at her over the cigarette. Her tattoo, her ring. Her glowing blue bracelet. Hands it back again. The question is visible in his eyes before he even asks it. "Not to be an asshole," he says, through a smoky exhale, "But Alex is your husband?"

(He's itched with curiosity about this and this is the first time he's felt like he's been able to ask without seeming skeezy. Which is impressive, given they were briefly and only barely jokingly arranging a threesome.)