They had dinner together on a Thursday, a normal activity for the two of them. She cooked, a risotto she was obsessed with at the time that he also liked, and he brought a bottle of vintage red that he just happened to have in the cellars at the Manor and was confident it would pair perfectly with the food. They ate on her sofa, and she was wearing sweatpants and had her hair up in a quick bun, and was wearing the glasses she needed to aid her worsening vision, an aftereffect of the torture she underwent during the war.