Leave

Looking away, Ethan clears his throat. "Uh, Goodnight..."

Layla shakes her head slightly and nods. "Good night, Ethan."

Giving her a polite nod of his own, Ethan steps off the porch, making his way back home. He glances back when he hears her door opening, only returning his gaze forward when Layla disappears into her house. He lets out a yawn, still not able to shake the tired feeling set deep into his bones. Walking up and onto his own porch, he briefly glances back over at Layla's house before heading inside.