“Will you, now?”

She lets him catch her, bracing her feet against the floor like she might resist him. She could. There’s loyalty —— Gustave would be right to judge —— and against it, a deep sense that none of it matters. This is free time, and foisted upon her like this, she gets to use it to the best of her principles.

She lets him hold her, and she looks up at him as she leans a shoulder into his chest.

“You have to learn to be with people again, Verso.”