"Stay here," Harrow says, though not without imagining the alternative--informed a little better now after a few heady, hazy nights where sleep didn't come for either of them until an hour or two after they'd crawled into bed. Her flushed cheeks turn a deeper red. "For now."

It's a promise she doesn't know if she can keep, vague as it is, but merely making it feels like an acceptable show of effort.