"...Yeah," Hawk got out. He'd broken into a sweat, despite the cold. Liya discreetly pushed him away by the elbow, turning to Teige.

"Hey Teige, are you good to walk Yoshi home?"

Teige gave her a thumbs-up. "Sure, g'wan."

Yoshi piped up to say goodbye. Hawk let Liya shuffle him along as she answered--he was still sweating in the cold, slowly coming back to reality.

The room was lit only by a jar full of glowing things, which sat on the floor between the two mattresses. They'd hung their coats up and left their boots haphazardly on the mat beneath them. There was little else to the room, except for Hawk's and Liya's few belongings, which were all tucked neatly away next to their beds. The radio hung on a peg above Hawk's bed; he reached up to turn it on, and gave a deep, almost relieved sigh as the static washed over him.

Liya shot him a concerned look. She had taken her hair down and was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, and was sitting on her knees on her mattress, partway through arranging her covers.

"Hawk," she said.

He hummed in acknowledgement, picking up his pillow to fluff it.

"I'll go to therapy if you do. Deal?"

Hawk looked round at her, first with surprise, and then with a frown. "...Seriously?"

"Yeah!" Liya wriggled underneath the covers and pulled them up over her shoulders. She said matter-of-factly, "You keep sayin' I should go, so I will, if you do too."