In the open daylight he is abrupt and functional. They do not slide over and under each other as they did last night. Quick, like a gulped tea after the bell has gone off. He turns her over onto her stomach, moves in and out a few times, and is done. His mind and body shut.
Baingana is so good at writing sex, alienation and failed connections, which paradoxically means that her writing enacts and enables the kind of intimacy that her characters both long for and actively avoid.