There's definitely a sense that Eve is alone in this page, even as Will comfortably rests a hand on her naked boob. A carefully set reminder suggests she knew exactly how her night would go. This is all routine. It's almost as if the specific person next to her doesn't matter, apart from a small bit of tenderness she shows him right before leaving.
Will in turn goes about his own routine, decidedly alone. Has anything changed at all? Does he feel any different than the day before? He isn't shameful, yet there's nothing to celebrate.