Yeah he was supposed to be, he was supposed to be and he was so stupid for being here and for being seen but there was some part of being seen by Cin that felt just a little bit good. Like he could still follow her home and throw himself down on her couch like it was his couch. Like that was still a possibility in his life.
Some part of him craved normal. Cin was normal. Cin wasn't magic, hotels, air conditioning, Cin wasn't holes in his memory and the constant sickening guilt. Cin wasn't part of the violent goddamn seesaw between those two extremes. Cin was a million miles from that world. "Nuh," he said, heart still beating so fast in his throat he could chuck. "Been hiding. Don't tell."