“What?” He scowls up at me. “I said, send a message if—” “You’re not leaving now.” “I told you everything I know.” “Snow, you came in on the last train, then you walked for an hour. You haven’t eaten all day, and your hair’s still wet—you’re not going anywhere tonight.” “Well, I can’t stay here.” “You haven’t burst into flames yet.” “Baz, listen—” He cuts me off with a hand. “No.”
