The relief is immediate, Freddie's shoulders visibly slumping as he lets out a breath. He'd done his best to strike nearly every memory of every conversation he'd that night into the abyss and still he'd remembered far too much. The things he'd said to Hild had been some of the worst, the ridiculous promises he's made, the groveling of sorts.

"Thank Christ," he says with a quick laugh.

He breathes then, pocketing his earbuds as he steps a bit out of the way of the queue. "It was the wine, wasn't it?" he says, a rhetorical question. "And bloody Magnus Bane. D'you know, he's my neighbour? I've spent the past few days pretending to hang pictures on my wall all hours of the day."