CLYDE'S POV
I got Gabrielle home in one piece, though "in one piece" felt generous. She hadn't said a word the entire drive. She just stared out the window with her arms crossed like she was holding herself together by force.
"Keys," I said outside her door, holding out my hand.
She dug them out of her bag without looking at me and let me unlock it, let me steer her inside with a hand hovering near her back, not quite touching. I got her a glass of water. She didn't drink it. I got her a blanket. She didn't need it, but she pulled it around her shoulders anyway, like the weight of it helped.
"You don't have to babysit me," she said eventually, curled into the corner of her couch.
"I'm not babysitting. I'm making sure you're not about to fall apart the second I walk out the door." I sa
