He comes to her at night, when everything is dark and quiet.
"I need to forget. Please," he says, and he's sure she understands.
(After all, she too has been betrayed by someone she loved and trusted.)
Soon she's sweating and writhing beneath him; he's anything but gentle, and yet she doesn't seem to mind.
(He just needs to feel now – his mind is running round in circles, he's desperate for it to stop.)
Later on she holds him as he cries. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, and he knows she's thinking about Lisbon.
(The fallen angel that betrayed them all.)