I’m more relaxed after my bath, warm and lazy from the hot soak, and wrapped in a fluffy robe, carrying my clothes. I leave his room and head back towards my own for tonight. Head full of things I want to say to him and lost in how I’m going to convince him that going home is not what’s best for me anymore. I’ve pushed all the other stuff aside and boxed it in the ‘we will evaluate later’ area of my overly crowded brain. I need to prioritize not going home first.

I jump ...