Going back was going home, and Lily couldn't consider this place home. Not yet. She reasoned that if she was stuck here long enough, she'd have no choice but to accept that this was home now ... but she was still rebelling against that idea.
She supposed she could see why he wouldn't want to go back, and her lips tugged into a line before she started to reach out before thinking better of it. Maybe they weren't quite at a place where sympathetic touches were welcome. She just wished she knew.
"I suppose," she said instead, emerald gaze playing over the table before she sighed quietly. Reluctant as she was to do so, she supposed she should wrap up the evening. Even as she had that thought, she remained where she was, thinking entirely too hard about ... everything. "Suppose I should ... get out of your hair," she said finally.