[Evelyn makes a note to cover her mirror whenever dressing and undressing. If they can see them at all times, who's to stop one of them from camping out on the other side and watching the real versions milling about like actors in films?]

And yours seems a bit...preoccupied.

[Translation: You are an upstanding citizen, good job for not being like that other fellow.

The tension is thrumming down his chair, into the floor, and under her feet. Leaning forward and reaching out, she rests a hand on two fidgety ones, stilling them.]

Philip.

[This is a serious blind-girl face now. Pay attention.]

I know you're embarrassed- [Because I can feel it.] -but you shouldn't be. It wasn't you.

You were very chivalrous.