Dante let out a quiet sigh eventually, staring at Ezra's window but not really seeing it. His fingers slid down, rubbing at the back of Ezra's neck.

Part of him just wanted to fall asleep and hope this shit would be magically gone in the morning.

He had no idea how long it was before he finally did something as stupid as opening his mouth again. "I don't wanna go," he said.

In case that wasn't already blatantly obvious.