"Fine." Fallon huffed and rolled her eyes. Molehills could easily become mountains, and from there they'd be lost. Though, if she were being honest with herself, it already felt as if he was slipping from her. Like the happy night they'd shared when he proposed was one of a numbered few, rather than a collection of many.

She sighed. "I'm going home. Unless you have something to say about that, too." Lost or not, she wouldn't lay besides someone who refused to speak to her.