He always does this - compliments her like he's telling her the time, or offering her more tea - and, honestly, Marianne never knows what to do with it. He says it with such certainty, but then, in the next moment, he'll be talking about helping her find someone better, and she's sure that she's never met anyone as deeply fucking confusing. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"I had some good friends in Dublin, yeah. And I've got people here. A few, anyway. You. Sam. Laura."