"What, you wouldn't've come just to see me lookin' gorg before I inevitably lost my mind to boredom?" she jokes as she must, by legal decree, before lightly elbowing him in the ribs and saying, more seriously: "But for real—'course, mate. I mean. Why be miserable alone when you can be miserable with someone else and maybe even become a little less miserable."

Yeah, she gets it. Sucks like hell when your love life throws itself into disarray and then you have to go and be a person anyway.

"This is way better with a mate."