He never needed to ask. It was a reflex at this point, and once he was close enough her hands immediately went to his hair. She carded her fingers through it, blunt nails pulling lightly down his scalp before smoothing it down again. It was so fine, so soft, she thought it ought to be illegal.

"I don't know," she said, suddenly calmer than she'd felt all week. "I mean, we've got to deal with Poe first, right? If he figured out we were planning anything he'd get his revenge in a heartbeat."

She sighed.

"I'd rather stay home." Stay here, she meant to say. Her house wasn't her home.