Staying wasn't something that Caroline was meant to be good at. Her mother sort of sucked when it came to the comforting department and her dad had left. Sure he called and they still saw each other, but that wasn't quite the same. She knew what it was like to go home to an empty house so quiet she could hear the clock two rooms over tick. That wasn't something that she would wish on anyone. Staying was her way of hoping that wouldn't have to be a forever sort of thing.

A sense of relief washed over her at his comment, enough that it caused her to smile despite her efforts to maintain a level of seriousness for him. Elvis was hurting. He'd sort of been kicked while he was down from what she could tell. There was no need for him to say something like that. But it was still nice. "Thanks. I know you don't have to say that, but I'm taking it anyways. Sorry."