8th August. Harry.

Harry parked the car in the Thames House underground car park, heading up with no sense of urgency. It was a nice change to walk through the building without needing to rush. Without trying to stop the world from self combusting. As he went through security he had to wait for it to be confirmed as the guard rang through to section D, checking he was allowed access, it felt quite refreshing.

Stepping through the pods he was almost reassured to see that it was still as busy as ever. So the world still turned even when he no longer resided in his glass office. However it did feel strange when he had to knock on his old office door.

"Yes?" Harry opened the door and Erin smiled when she saw him. "Hi. How's married life?"

"Wonderful," Harry said honestly. "Thanks for calling rather than just throwing them away," he added as Erin handed him a thick envelope.

"I'd kill someone if they threw out baby pictures of Rosie," Erin said with a smile. "How are you?"

"Good," Harry said. "I'm going to leave the car downstairs and have a look around London. I haven't done it in years when I wasn't busy or going off to meet someone."

"Oh, I won't assume you've been kidnapped or killed then," Erin said with a smile. Harry grinned back. Then the phone rang and Harry left her to it. He knew when he was in the way.

Harry had a slow meander through the city, seeing it through fresh eyes. He'd lived here for years but never really seen it before. He'd never had the time. With the result that he wasn't watching where he was going and bumped into someone.

"Oh sorry," he said. And then he recognised the shape of the woman's face he'd walked into. "Jane?"

The woman turned around and it took her a moment to recognise the man she'd been married to for almost ten years. "Harry?"

"How are you?" he asked quietly.

"Do you care?"

"Of course I care," he said. "We didn't exactly have a happy marriage but of course I care."

"I'm well," Jane said, her face actually forming a smile. "I heard you got remarried."

"Yes," Harry said quietly. "I did."

"Congratulations," she said, but he didn't think she really meant it.

"Do you want to go for a coffee somewhere?"

"Don't you have to be back at work?" Jane asked. This time it had a definite bite to it.

"I got sacked," Harry said briefly.

"That I wouldn't have expected," Jane said. "I thought you'd die in that office."

"Yes, well it was either that or prison," Harry said. "Lets go to a café. We'll… catch up."

"Okay," she agreed. "That'd be good." Harry smiled at her and they went in search of a small café that would do decent coffee.

"Oh God, look at how tiny Graham was!" Jane said as she poured over the pictures Harry had shared. "I mean, I know that he was premature, but I can't believe he was ever that small."

"I know," Harry said fervently. There was about a hundred photo's there and they both had enjoyed looking over them.

"Has Graham talked with you yet?" Jane asked hesitantly.

"About the fact he's in a relationship with a man as opposed to a woman?" Harry questioned. "Yes. I'm a bit annoyed that it took him so long to tell me."

"You don't care?" Jane asked.

"He's my son, of course I care," Harry said. "But it doesn't matter to me or change how I see him if that's what you mean."

"He was dreading telling you," Jane said. "I'm glad you're so… accepting."

"I'm not a monster," he said calmly.

"No you're not," she said. Harry put some money on the restaurant table and they both got up as if by silent agreement to leave. They walked in the sunshine for several minutes in silence.

"Harry, you always were a good man, its just…"

"We were never meant to be together," Harry finished.

"That's very accurate," Jane said. "I hope your wife…"

"Ruth," Harry supplied.

"Well, I hope you two get on a lot better than we did." Harry looked at his ex-wife and saw that she meant it.

"Thank you Jane. That means a lot."

"See you soon Harry," she said, a little glint in her eye. Before he even knew it she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then she was gone, vanishing into the London street. Harry smiled. His meeting with Jane hadn't gone nearly as badly as he had expected. And it had been inevitable meeting her again at some point, but for now he was going to go home to his wife. It would be good to see her after a whole day away from her.

"Get out!" Ruth shouted at him the instant he came into the kitchen. He refrained from asking "what the hell her problem was" and instead was simply bewildered. He had no idea what he actually ended up saying to her.

"What's wrong is that my husband walks into the kitchen with red lipstick on his cheek," Ruth said shortly. "Lipstick that's not mine. So get out." He put his hand to his cheek, confusion over his face and then it hit him Jane had briefly kissed him there. And with his previous history of infidelity with his first wife… he could easily guess what she was thinking. "Get out!"

"Ruth, I can explain…"

"You shouldn't have to explain!" Ruth shouted, morphing from a reasonable person to someone supremely jealous. "Get out!" Harry didn't argue with her, knowing that when she was like this arguing would be pointless. So he left the house as she locked and bolted the door behind him. Then he sat in his car waiting for her to cool off so he could have his say. It really was a simple explanation but she had to be willing to hear it. So he'd wait an hour, maybe two before trying to talk to her through a door. He didn't blame her for overreacting, but it wasn't nice to be on the other side of it either. He rubbed at his face, removing the offending mark and wishing bitterly that he'd looked in a mirror before going home.

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