More than anything

“Well,” Eliot gives a little self-effacing shrug, and grins. “You know me, I had to involve myself.” He’d like to give Martin a hug, but even after dusting his hands off on his apron he’s still in a state, and settles for affectionately bumping him with his shoulder.

“It hasn’t been that much of a hardship, really, so far. The power’s still running, we can all communicate...and I’m exploring my artistic side, made some bread that looks like a leaf.” The question of what comes next is looming there, as it has been, but that’s not something any of them can deal with alone. “What about you, are you and John getting on all right?”