It wasn't fair of her to do this to him. He'd been nothing but amazing to her, and sometimes, it felt like all she did was use him. She looked up at him with a weak smile when he told her not to worry and shrugged, brushing a hand through her hair as she wet her lips. "Easier said than done," she told him seriously, daring herself to reach out and take his hand. She stepped into him, the increasingly familiar body-warmth bringing a little of the genuineness back to her smile as she wrapped her arms around him. "I hate waking you up. Especially by accident."
Chuckling in response to his quip about the bed, she nodded her head. "That it definitely is. That your way of being subtle, there, Silas?" she asked him with a wink as she glanced up at him. She wasn't really tired, but she could go back in there now that he was awake. "I just didn't want to wake you up. You looked tired tonight." A glance at David's door told her that it was safe, so she stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Let's go in..."
She slid her arms from around his shoulders, but took his hand as she led the way into the apartment. At first, she didn't say much; she was trying to compose her thoughts and figure out what she wanted to say to him, how she wanted to say it.
Once the door was closed, she flicked the light on and pulled the curtain. Sometimes... sometimes the best way to go about things like this was to just ask them. She just wished she was better at that. "Can I ask you something?" she asked, not really even waiting for an answer before she continued. "How weird is it for you... like, when I talk about Elliot? It has to be weird..." she mused as she took his jacket back off and hung it on a chair, making her way over to the bed to sit on her side. "And being here around his things..."