"It does," Wren says, "but it happens. What doesn't kill us, et cetera et cetera." It hadn't been entirely against his will; it was more of a mutual breakup than being dumped. But it's not as though it doesn't still hurt. Enfants Sauvages have been his family for years. Friends, lovers, roommates; almost everything, and sometimes it was hard, but he just hadn't expected it to go like this. If anything, he'd expected it all to end in some massive dramatic blow-out rather than a slow cooling. Maybe that's the hardest part. And he really can't stop doing the relationship metaphors in his head. He's never had a relationship more important to him, and doubts he ever will.

But he's being stalwart about it: this could be good for him. It's been nice to not have to justify his musical decisions.

"Thank you." He smiles a little, amused privately. "Anyone I should have heard of?"