On the contrary, as they headed across the water way, many things came to mind that she wanted to share with him, but Pippa stopped herself. Friendly chatter seemed somehow obscene to her in light of what felt like a tenuous hold on their relationship and anything more meaningful wouldn't be a good idea while Rory was at the wheel. If things devolved again...

No, she wasn't going to think that way. She was going to try and repair a little of the damage done.

"There's someone I want you to meet." Someone, not something. Her glass masterpiece certainly felt real and alive to her, she poured enough of herself into it, enough of his likeness too--it was why her fellow gaffers had known who Rory was, recognized the flesh and blood that inspired the art.