Lizzie was the first to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom, assessing that Leo had been right: it could've used some improvements. It was usable, and she wouldn't have had any problems with it if it was hers, but when she thought about two young girls living there, she didn't feel as comfortable. It hit too close to home, literally: the pipes in the house she'd grown up in had never worked properly, all at the same time. Everything was broken or about to break. She hated that feeling, that no one cared enough to fix it.

The couch was comfortable, she had the chance to be the first to test it. When Leo came back from his shower, in a tank top and sweatpants, he searched for a place for himself, his eyes calculating some sort of "where do I fit" equation.

He found a solution, so he got under the checkered blanket, behind her. His arms went around her, making her come closer. She pushed herself into him, mistaking the invitation.

"Nah," he said, tightening his grip. "Not here. Last thing I need is another reason for Sofia to mock me. For all we know, there's a nanny cam here somewhere."

She stopped after making herself comfortable.

"I'm thinking about staying," he said into her ear. "She needs help, and I owe her."

"Yeah," Lizzie agreed.

"I'm gonna find a place to stay, but I need a few days. After that, you can take the car and the trailer and go to my land, live there. I'll never kick you out," he said. "The Lair is all you need, anyway."

"And Ramiro?" she asked him, hoping maybe it was enough to make him reconsider.

"I'm done running," his body tensed into hers. "I'm going to fight."

Lizzie had never considered fighting someone obviously more powerful. Does the fly ever win by fighting the spider's web? Without knowing for sure, a person makes a decision about that, based on their own experience. Her answer was a clear No. The fly shouldn't have gotten caught, in the first place. It would never escape.

Leo, lying next to her, almost asleep, probably would've answered, Sometimes.

And to get to the answer, to know for certain, a scientific method was needed: testing. Otherwise, it would always be Never.

"It's not just around the house," Leo wasn't asleep yet. "It's also for... support. You know, to have someone she can count on. I need to prove to her that I can be that someone. And to myself," he admitted.

"I'm sure you'll be great at it," Lizzie encouraged him. "All she needs is you being here."

"Hopefully not falling into the same habits," he appreciated that by moving his hand over her arm, pulling the blanket over them.

"Well if you were serious about not getting involved with your friends again then I can't see why not," Lizzie said.

"Didn't need friends like that, anyway. I just didn't have better. I was their laughing stock, and I took it because it meant having people around. On an important day like my sentencing hearing, and TJ was making fat jokes!"

"That must've hurt, if you went on a diet in prison, because of it," she joined his bitter parade.

"No, I did that because I was trying to keep a schedule, as it's recommended for addicts. Prison is very boring. It helped so I kept it. I was done with them, way before that. As I said, didn't need friends like that."

Lizzie approved by staying silent.

"And you, what's your plan?" he asked her, but as her brain went over her options, she felt his breathing settle into a rhythm. 

Lizzie was also asleep in minutes. She'd decide, tomorrow.