Chapter seven.
While Josh was at The White House, Toby was stretched out in bed, reflecting on the previous days events. He regretted making C.J. go through with it and, most of all, he regretted shouting at her in his office.
He felt strange, being alone in the morning. It was quiet without another person next to him, another person breathing softly as they slept. He reached for the phone at the side of his bed, but thought better of it and got up out of bed. He wasn't going to go into the office today unless they needed him.
When he had showered and dressed, he sat down to a solitary breakfast of… there was nothing in the fridge. He grabbed his wallet and walked out of his apartment to the café at the end of his street, oblivious to the camera constantly snapping his image as he ate his breakfast alone and then, after that, walking over to her apartment.
She had felt the same way when she had woken up, turning over to find no one there, finding the silence almost unbearable. She was glad to hear the knock on the door, overjoyed to see exactly whom she had wanted to see and embraced him, not knowing that it had just been immortalised on film for tomorrows news.