"I know you took a bath there, I found an inch of water in the tub once I woke up and thought there was a leak."

Retreating into nitpicking is easy, giving voice to an irritation Gideon can easily believe Harrow's carried with her since Canaan House, and the argument it sparks would be enough to carry them through this and into the rest of the night. It wouldn't mean anything except that it's a chance to bicker, to fight like they always have and always would. It's comfortable, more so than the terrible drive for honesty that claws at Harrow's throat now. She coughs once, delicately, a low throat-clearing sound that tells her she's about to choose, that she isn't going back.

"More accurately, I mean that you guarding me is...I understand it's a pointless proposition here. In Darrow. I am thankful you do it anyway."