“Tomorrow we can move, tonight, just wanna hold you in our shitty bed again,” he tells her softly, clearly a bit more of the memories around this place has been sinking in. Or maybe he’d just assumed because she said it was going to be their safe house when they got out together.

He was a little pushy, sure. But for some reason he thought she’d be okay with it. Besides, there wasn’t even a hint of sexuality behind any of his movements or motions, it was clearly just emotional touch and physicality he was looking for.

He pulls his head off her should for the first time to look at her. He wants to take in her expression. “I don’t think they’ll ever be able to clear my name, but I wouldn’t mind being your hideout guy, you know for whenever you find your way to Europe. Just, stay with me a while first,” he adds.