SHe'd almost looked forward to the nonsexual intimacy stage, when he'd thought he'd be able to do it with Asher.
He does his best to hide how miserable he is.
Now that she's started crying it is going to be very difficult for her to stop.
Her eyes aren't dry and she keeps her face in Asher's shoulder but her breath evens out.
"I," she says, quiet, "I shouldn't make decisions this big when I'm like this, but — ask again after a week at Ron's house?"
Oh god she's missed kissing Asher. And being picked up by Asher, and being held by Asher, and having her hands in Asher's hair, and —
He stops kissing her but doesn't put her down. "Hey, you can tell your parents, maybe they'll disown you."
"But, honestly, I would be so much happier anywhere where I got to be with you and know that you're safe and happy than I would be as principal dancer of the New York City Ballet without you."
"I love you. — I should get my stuff together, we can do more at Ron's house than we can here —"
Raine kisses him again and lets herself be carried.
She's already mostly packed; it's easier to hide things in a duffel bag than in drawers.
He's cooperative with this plan, but only because he can carry Raine and her duffel bag to the car.
"Hey."
In better light it would be obvious that she'd been crying; in the middle of the night Marlo can still tell if he pays attention, which she's not under the impression he isn't.
Raine takes it and laces their fingers together and squeezes. "I assume Lev's at the house?"