He wondered whether to tell her that first time since Carida meant first time since he was six. He decided not. Not that he didn't want her knowing; just that he didn't feel like disturbing their peace with things like that. (She had childhood trauma, too.)

Especially when neither of them had anywhere to be. And, also for the first time in a very, very long time, it felt safe, even desirable, to just lie here and breathe and listen, not worrying about external threat or intrusive thoughts, safe enough even to drift off to sleep.