For a moment, all Carla Jean can do is stare, then blink a few times as she tries to take that in. Whatever she'd been expecting in coming out tonight, it certainly wasn't that, and yet, at the same time, there's a part of her that isn't really all that surprised. Thinking about it, for the two of them, it makes a certain kind of sense. It's not as if she's some kind of expert, but it seems to work, too.

"First of all, as long as you didn't do anything about it before Harry disappeared, then you're not a total asshole," she says, meaning it entirely, though she's careful about choosing her words. To her, it's almost unfathomable, but she was a rare case, she knows, of finding the right person right off. There's never been anyone for her but Llewelyn; she doubts there ever will be. "Maybe it wasn't workin'. Either way, I don't think anyone ever said you couldn't move on after three months."