"Same as they ever are around here," Russell says, allowing himself a bit of a smile even though he's distracted now. He's trying to remember the last time he saw her, what he might have said. She was always so good to him, the very least he can do is make a good solid attempt at finding her.

He shrugs a little and shakes himself out of it. "I see Helen once a week, usually." He sees her more often than that, given that they're in the same building. "She's great. What about you?" It's easier to ask than talk about his own love life. Helen is great, but he still wonders about his own ability to be anything close to that.