Caroline has no idea how long they swayed and turned and were just there with each other, but neither of them speak until the music runs out and she slips her arms back around his neck. She stands in his arms, just breathing for as long as she can, as long as she can without it feeling weird, and she pulls back, her voice low and quiet. "I'm just going to grab one of your shirts, okay?" And she pulls away to tuck herself in the bathroom so she can change, and it's better than the last time because she's not sobbing, she's not covered in blood, and she's not hiding a secret from him.

She leaves her clothes in a puddle in the corner of the bathroom because she doesn't really care this second, and she takes out the hairpins and leaves them on the sink. When she comes back, he's in a t-shirt and boxers, and she's not surprised, because he's the least come-onny guy that she knows, and she still slips into his bed like she sort of belongs, and when it's dark and he can see sort of but not a lot, she feels the dip of the bed and she reaches to brush the hair out of his face. "Can I kiss you again without it being a totally weird come-on?" Because- because she wants to be close, she wants to cuddle and kiss him but he's not acting like he wants-her wants-her, and she doesn't know if that's okay but it seems like it might be. Unless he actually wants her, and she doesn't know how she feels about that. But just a kiss... that, that was doable.