"Don't want secrets. Don't want lies." Not big secrets and lies, anyway. Little things that will allow for everyone to go on being happy? Those are okay for Cass to tell, she thinks.

Now that it's all out of the way, all explained so Stephanie understands her reactions, Cass is able to relax and enjoy this closeness without thinking of ghosts and dying. Her desperate grip loosens to something more comfortable and less rib cracking, resting her head on Stephanie's chest instead of burying her face there.

"Just... want you happy. That's all."