Coop doesn't answer the question because he's distracted by what she says about not knowing how long she's staying in town. That first night they'd seen each other, he'd been struggling so much with old feelings pushing their way back to the surface, torn between wanting her to get the hell out of Siren Cove and wanting to take her anywhere just to remember what it's like to hold her again. Sylvie has been out of sight all these years but she hasn't been out of mind, though he'd become somewhat indifferent over the past year especially when he'd see something that reminded him of her or caught a glimpse of the photos he still has of her, of them in Paris, on his computer.

He'd mourned her like she'd died in a way, he realizes, and that's why it had been such a goddamn shock to see her again. He'd written her off as someone he'd never see again under any circumstances, and he never would have thought that she'd show up here. Whether it's for him, whether it's just to make herself feel better by telling him why, he still isn't really sure; he doesn't know that he really cares because it's been so fucking long that it doesn't seem like it should even matter anymore.

"Siren Cove's nice in the winter," he says, keeping his expression neutral as he takes a sip of his wine. He doesn't know what he's doing, doesn't know what she's doing, doesn't know what they're doing; but there's a big part of him that doesn't want to see her leave. Not so soon, not when there's so much to... There's just so much. "It's not like it compares to the lights along the Champs-Elysees but... I don't know. It's something. You should see it. If you want, I mean."