[She might? No, and the smile returned as she shook her head. The penthouse wasn't her place. It was the place for him, for others like him. His family, people he knew. Or if it wasn't the place for them, then maybe it wasn't the sort of place for anyone, not really. She couldn't see anyone truly making it a home. She barely even knew how to move through it.
His surprise mirrored her own - hers coming from the fact that she'd said anything like that in the first place. It seemed too close, too intimate (without all the other things that might go along with intimacy), and though his next words absolved her from any overstepping, her stomach still turned with it. And yet...
She couldn't stop herself.] Then I hope you can find something that does. Help. [And that had officially been too much to say. Her skin, already pale, sheeted whiter, sickly, as she turned and headed for a promising hallway, hoping that she would find a bedroom there.]