Ashley frowned at the question, but he didn't have an answer for it, so he didn't offer one.

Rising smoothly to his feet, he headed for the kitchen. "You should take some food," he said, not looking at Vincent. He was leaving. He didn't matter anymore. There was no use being sad again. It wasn't like when Arkady left. "You'll get hungry."

Taking down one of the shopping bags, Ashley started filling it. Apples, cheese, pastries. Those seemed like the essentials.