There's an instant of tension when she curls up against him, like a current going through his muscles -- but he doesn't move, and he doesn't make her move, and after a pause like a freaked-out deer he lets out a breath and leans into it. He tips his head to the side so he can breathe in the scent of her hair, letting it slowly, slowly start to relax him.

"I can't say as I like it here," he murmurs, "but I know it's good I get to be here, anyways. It's like rehab that way, right? And I know I got this chance... and I know I'd be screwed without it."

He lifts his eyes briefly to the ceiling, embarrassed to admit to this, but: "Chloe had to kind of talk me down the other day, when we got into Sweden... I always thought if I wasn't here, I'd maybe drive up to Alaska and live there for a while. But I didn't realize just how fucking cold it can get, Jesus. Anyway, it freaked me out, I guess. It was like a... like another door closing."