"I also have a complicated relationship with time travel," he mutters bitterly, sipping at his coffee on that clearly loaded story point. Probably one he won't be getting into today, but David can probably glean a few things just based solely on the things he's already said.

He nods a little at the explanation. "I need a door, not a window. I'm not looking to stare in on what's supposed to be ours." Which makes probably no real sense out of context, and he doesn't seem particularly inclined to explain it any further. He's really fucked up so many things, he might start loosing count of it all, soon.