"But we haven't really had to try without you," for very long, Flynn does not add, because he's still too raw from the weeks she was gone. They had, just a little bit, fallen apart without Cecelia's steadying influence. He isn't ready to bring that up because she'll just find a way to feel bad about it, probably, and Flynn isn't going to make her feel worse for anything in the world.

They crest the stairs, at least, and Flynn looks down the hallway for something familiar. Of course, he finds nothing, and deflates just a little. "It may be here, but I couldn't say for sure. I never thought I'd find myself missing the hotel as it was."