"Nope." She didn't even have to think about it; she'd had the same thoughts herself, more than once. "Back home, I've got a dead-end job, an apartment I share with a cactus, a therapist I have to lie to, and that's it. I mean, it's no overpass, but it's not a lot to want to go back to. I know people here and I don't have to worry that one day everyone'll figure out how messed up I am, 'cause..." she shrugged, and her smile wasn't quite as apologetic as it ought to have been. "Well, you guys are all messed-up too."

She wanted to hug him, really. But she was sweaty and gross, he was frequently awkward, and if there had been a moment there it had passed. She reached out and nudged his shoulder instead.

"At least here we know here we stand. Even if where we stand is somewhere crappy."