“I’m going to have to start taking Ashwagandha.” He nods to himself, moving towards the tea cupboard. “I mean, what’s in London for her anyway? It’s like she has this radar, and it’s like, I’m fine — for the first time in like, fuck, I don’t know, years? And she smells it on me and comes back to fuck me up.” He keeps nodding, riffling through the boxes. “So much Ashwagandha.”
