"I've dropped a lot on you all at once. I'm sorry."

He sighs, staring out at the city too. "If you need to go back to the Bar, I understand. If you take something out of the wallet, it should act as a key to let you back in when you want to, without claiming the key to the apartment."

"I'll give you some space." He pushes his white forelock back. "I should go back to London. I have things I need to finish there."