She braces. Her hands go all taut under Joel's and she sways back, not in, from his arms. For a second. And then she can't not let herself be reeled in, forehead jamming in against the barrel of his chest. She doesn't agree with it - that's not the fucking point - but she can't say no to the rest. Because it's a cold night and he's anything but. Because this is hard as shit and what he's selling is an easy kind of lie.

She's not scared of someone getting in. Of someone hurting her. She's scared of everything else - because she's fine. Who the shit's gonna get to her? But. "Yeah, but what about everyone else?"