Ah. Well then. Pierce knew this would come up eventually. Perhaps now was the time?
But not right now. She needed to sleep first, take time to digest everything - it was during sleep the brain worked through problems. And while none of her problems would in fact be solved overnight the fact remained that she was a run-down and exhausted young girl, fresh off a tiring shift at the diner.
"We'll talk about that later," he promised. "After you sleep." In the master bedroom, apparently, but he would give it up for a night if it meant that she would get a few good REM cycles in, and he turned to walk with her toward the hallway.