The only reason she doesn’t is because only a few seconds later, Hannah is sitting up and pushing the blankets aside. “I, um, have to use the bathroom.”

And within moments, she’s gone while Caroline is left alone in the bed. She falls back into her pillows, utterly breathless.

***

Jesus Christ.

That’s all she has to say.

***

They don’t say anything about it in the morning. And Hannah hadn’t been in bed, again, when she’d woken up. Which is good. Because Caroline may have been drunk, but she remembers every second of the conversation with utter clarity.

Hannah grimaces as the radio starts as soon as they start the car after packing it up and saying their goodbyes, immediately reaching out to lower the volume. “I think I’m a little hungover,” Hannah admits quietly, a bit of a blush on her cheeks.

Caroline offers her own smile, giving her the bottle of Tylenol that she keeps in her car for rough days at work.

Hannah murmurs her thanks with a sincere grin, before she settles into the passenger seat and closes her eyes. She stays like that for most of the ride.

It’s not awkward between them, exactly, but it’s not totally normal.

Mostly it’s quiet, the soft buzz of music as the main source of sound. And she’s not sure if it’s because of Hannah’s hangover or if it’s because she feels Caroline crossed the line after having promised that she would make sure nothing got too out of control.

She’s relieved when they stop by Michael’s parents’ home to pick up Abbie so that Abbie’s chatter fills the quiet spaces in the car.

“And grandma brought us to that gross restaurant that only serves seafood. But grandpa got me some pizza for later. From Giovanni’s. Fancy pizza.” She giggles as Caroline pulls up to the curb to the Dalton’s apartment building. “I have to pee,” she announces before she unbuckles herself and runs into the building, leaving her bags in the backseat.

Hannah and Caroline both watch her go before exchanging questioning looks.

While Hannah gets out and goes to the back of the car to take her own suitcase, Caroline gets out to gather up Caroline’s things.

“Thanks. For bringing me this weekend and,” Hannah clears her throat. “Just, everything.”

Caroline shuts the door to her car and steps up next to Hannah on the sidewalk, giving her an easy smile. “I’m just glad you had a good time. You did have a good time, right?”

The nerves in her stomach as she asks the question surprise her, but really – she is waiting for the moment when Hannah tells her off for everything she’d said.

“I did,” is all Hannah says. “I should probably go up, though, because Abbie’s going to realize very shortly that the door is locked.”