He blinks at her touch, then looks away for a moment. They're lying on their sides in snow and fur, close but not touching save for the hand on his cheek.




"...I think if I don't go now, when you're here to make me, I might never go back," he admits quietly. "Mel... she's really angry with me. I don't know if she needs me, I don't know if anyone's better off if I'm there... but if she's mad enough to say... things, then she at least wants me there. Maybe... maybe that's enough for now."