There is one blanket and two of you and the house is cold enough to see breath.

CassIf we're going to be idiots about this, let's be warm idiots.

She wriggles out of everything at once, the way people do when they have decided, and pulls you on top of her.

She is louder than the pipes were, and she keeps laughing in the middle of it, and it is the least lonely you have felt in a year.

Afterwards she says, into your shoulder: don't tell Dana, she'll put it in the ledger.