He didn't want to be the voice of negativity, especially not since he knew how positive Helena tried to be despite the situations they faced. They could move, which he supposed wasn't a completely invalid option, but something about leaving didn't feel right. Maybe it was just Dracula's resistance, but then again, wouldn't he just exist in someone else if he left?
Vlad snapped out of his thoughts and squeezed back, trying to sound as reassuring as he could when he spoke. "Somehow, we will figure something out. But for now, all we can do is be careful and take care of those we care about." The prospect of Helena moving out, possibly to live on her own in the midst of all this, was far from comforting; his jaw tightening at the mere thought. Anyone who dared hurt her would wish they were dead by the time he was done with them.
Finally the elevator reached the penthouse floor, although it had slowed around the eleventh. The doors opened and he stepped out, gently tugging her along and managing to unlock his apartment's door. "I have the guest room set up for you." He'd given their sleeping arrangements some thought, yes, but the choice was entirely up to her and he wasn't going to force anything. Cain and Abel were waiting by the doorway, eyes bright and alert as they studied the new arrival.