Gently towelling Ben's hair is soothing, the motions repetitive alongside the quiet putter-patter of the rain on the tarp above them.

She pauses, her frown lightening at Ben's reminder, "I was just wondering," She combs Ben's hair back from his face before continuing to towel it, "With how we've both changed, is there stuff that we used to do together that we can't anymore? Are there new things that we do instead maybe?"