There's a part of her that wants to curl up with him for the evening. Wrap her arms and legs around him and hold on as if for one more night nothing can change. Except it has, at this very moment. If she'd wanted that, she ought to have put off telling him another night.

So she nods when he says he needs to himself to think about all of this, but the mention of her staying here while he leaves doesn't sit well with her. Slowly, she rises to her feet and exhales.

"You go shower, but I think this is probably my cue to leave. As generous as it is for you to offer to let me stay here, this is your apartment," she says. Yes, she's been basically living there but the fact remains that it's his apartment and she has her own to return to. She should vacate his space. "You know where mine is if you need to find me, but you should have your place to yourself again."

She tries to soften it with a smile, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke a hand out over his hair the way she might normally. They haven't broken up or anything but it's hard not to feel as if touching him, as if kissing him or treating him the way she normally does might be underhanded. Using sex to sway him. At least, she tells herself that's all it is, as if she's not worried that he might brush her off now if she tried.

Riliana looks around her for her jacket. She thought she'd left it hanging over the back of one of the chairs...