“Okay.” “Okay what?” Patrick replies. “Okay, I won’t go home.” I frown. He takes Patrick’s hand and begins to walk back into the house. “Come on. I’ll sleep on the couch.” “Tris, it’s okay. You don’t have to,” I reply. He turns back to me. “Yeah, I do, Claire. I don’t want him to worry about anything, least of all me.”
