He held up the deck he'd been given. "My deck of playing cards," he told her happily. Dex didn't elaborate on the story behind them but it was clear this was just as big a sentimental item as his tapes were.

He slipped the cards out of the deck, shuffling them with such a ease that he didn't even have to look at the deck as he did so to make sure he didn't drop any of them, and then fanned them out towards Ava.

"Pick a card," he told her as if he was a street magician. Was he serious? Oh yes, definitely. He wanted to show off a little and this had been one of the ways he'd honed his skills growing up. Look, being in a psychiatric facility could be dreadfully dull most of the time, so it often meant making his own fun.