I wanna say it's been only a year. Time goes so fucking fast. I wouldn't be surprised if it was two. A blink or two and it's flown by.

[Their time in the City for example. He settles on the bed and studies the ceiling a moment thoughtfully.]

I got a good feeling it's still where I left it. [The money he means of course.] Some things just don't fucking change. Not down here. That's part of why I like it.