Huh?

Layla holds up a hand, stopping Ethan from answering. "Not now. Please."

Ethan keeps his mouth shut, stewing on her question.

She lowers her hand, sighing. "If you come to me, I'll assume the answer is yes..." she sighs, shifting in her seat. "And it will be... A lot."

"What does that mean?" Ethan raises his brow.

Hesitating, Layla takes another sip of tea. "I... Will indulge myself, and see what happens. And you will help me discover who I am, or maybe just who I can be."

Ethan and Layla sit in silence, the mood heavy. Layla turns to the window, watching the storm. Ethan sits there clueless, wondering what the hell Layla is talking about.

Eventually, Layla speaks. "I was going to offer... Well, you staying the night would not be the best idea. I think a little distance for you to think would be best."

Sighing, Ethan agrees.