Marius feels relief wash over him as soon as Greta agrees to come back to his apartment with him. He would have respected her wishes, of course, either way, but he would have called or come by her own apartment to check up on her later, had she refused his offer. She looks too haggard for him to feel comfortable with leaving her entirely alone.

"Good," he says, nodding and flashing her a small smile. "I have cookies at home, and I've picked up an apple crumble cake here that I cannot, in all good consciousness, eat entirely on my own."

"So, really, you're doing me a favor," he tells her. He won't force her to tell him what's wrong or going on; he'll provide a shoulder and a set of ears, should she want to make use of them.