The dating apps were already daunting to begin with — Stephen had been teetering on the edge of just a bit too old for them, measuring their convenience versus his aversion — but considering Cosima’s experiences, he had envisioned something more calamitous. Shay turning out to be yet another spy, more trust issues to field, more betrayals. Cosima can see his brow crinkling as he measures those pros/cons. He waggles his hand.

“Could’ve gone better, could’ve been worse,” he says, echoing her thoughts. “On the one hand, all of your experiences mean some paranoia is fairly justifiable and warranted. On the other: okay, yeah, way to have your ex absolutely kill your shot at a future love life.”