It wasn't until they were home in their underground apartment and getting ready for bed that Ciel turned to him and said, "You see?"
He was buttoning his pajamas. "See what?"
"It's us, Dick. It's not the floor show, or the meth, or anything—it's us. We can't enjoy anything together any more."
He said, "Now wait a minute...."
But she had already stepped into the bedroom and slammed the door. He heard the lock click.
"Hey," he said, "what am I supposed to do, sleep out here?"
He took the ensuing silence to mean that he was.
And he did.
The next morning, as he came into the office, Pell scowled deeply and went to his desk without saying good morning to anybody. Ciel had kept herself locked in the bedroom and he had made his own breakfast. How it was all going to end he didn't know. He had the feeling that she was working herself up to the decision to leave him. And the real hell of it was that he couldn't exactly blame her.