"A little, yeah." At least, the one thing Liz was thankful for, was that she and Peter seemed to be able to talk about things. At least most of the time.

"I mean... I'm dating you. I love you. And here I am crying about someone else who did something back home that I guess isn't really my business anymore." She wanted to shift and look at Peter's face, but she almost was afraid to do so. "I mean... if we're not together anymore, it shouldn't matter to me what Max does, right?"