Over Aiden's shoulder she realized the doorway was empty — Bryan and Jenna left them alone. "Don't apologize," he said calmly, "I know what it's like to need to get away more than anyone." Marley remembered with a twinge, that he had done this in the past himself. Left his cellphone. Ran. Nearly overdosed. That's what he had been thinking about this morning. Marley felt insensitive for what she had done in that moment. "Just don't do this again. At the very least, not alone. Promise me that." "I won't," she promised quietly, meaning every word.
His smile was full of relief. He believed her and she was glad for that, but his eyes told a different story, scanning over her froggy PJs, "You're freezing. Did you leave the apartment like this? Silly spitfire."