He wouldn't have cared if they walked to the other side of the earth, as long as she kept her hand in his. Instead it's back to the hotel, for him a liminal space made bearable only by her presence, more precious to him now for how violently it was taken away.

The door closing behind them seals them off from the world, but they don't belong here; how is Omega supposed to rest after following her into the woods, seeing her glow in the moonlight, feeling her warmth beneath his hands? God, she's so beautiful, and her kisses lit a fire in him that won't be easy to put out.

Which is why it's a goddamn awful idea for him to say, "Or you can join me."

He'll be good. He was good out there in the water, and he's not going to fuck it up now.