"Oh, y'know." He drags out, trying desperately now to remember his hobbies, or anything else that happened before tonight. "Quod brackets, a new sax arrangement that you're gonna hate..." And she really is gonna hate it, but his grin looks maybe more tired than annoying, right now.

He stills for a second, after that, weighing whether this is a promise he can really make. But there's really only one answer. "No secrets." He nods, and then looks up, sharper. "You, either."

He's younger. But that doesn't mean she can go off on some weird revenge thing without him.