"Oh," I breathe, sliding my hand down his arm to curl over his hand instead, squeezing lightly. It's not exactly the story I'd been expecting even if I'd gotten part of it right in my head. I've heard about people leaving this place, of course. I've heard how it seems to happen at random, just out of nowhere, in a flash just like how we got here in the first place.

Is it better or worse to make up with your boyfriend right before they disappear? God, I didn't even know they'd broken up at all.

Suddenly, that memory of Stiles in that other version of Darrow is so, so much worse.

"Goodness, I'm so sorry," I tell him, setting aside cup of cocoa so I can focus on him entirely, both my hands curled around one of his. "I knew were reluctant to come up here, but I didn't... I had no idea that was why. I swear, if I'd known, I wouldn't have pestered."