Making kidneys? It should sound so unbelievable, but so has everything about this place, that it doesn't tickle as so wrong. Maybe the words of someone desperate, but Tory's questioning is a real one - What if?

What if. Those are the questions that linger with you, and Robby understands where it comes from. He sympathises with her, and accepts it too when she deliberately continues on without giving him a chance to speak. But he does watch her warmly as they walk, she talks, the small smile raising with his eyebrows at the ending confession.

And he does - sorry, he has to - blurt a small laugh there. "Chicago? Hope they're taking out act -- was it 17? From the cellblock tango." A joke, smile now a grin, and he bumps the side of his arm against hers affectionately. "No, really, that sounds great, Tory. It sounds like you're doing good - even being stuck in a Guillermo Del Toro movie."

It sounds like it. But even so, he looks at her, smile tugging tighter. "You're happy?"

Because that means something to him to know, and hearing her answer it directly. It feels like forever since they've seen each other to him (in his squid brain), and it's been a time since she's been in Trench, too.

He should hope he gets to care about her juuust a little.