About a klick away or so? Up and down a few of these hills. Frakking painful, trying to bike here in the summer... [He twists back around and leans back on his hands, and now the glazed look that was in his eyes is easier to make out: there's an ache there, but also a wistfulness he's allowing himself for the first time in years. If he'd known what she was thinking, he might even want her to, just to map out the shape of things again.] No wonder I was so skinny.