"They stop and the doors open," I tease, pushing the drink into her hand before I throw an arm around her shoulders. Whatever it was that left Christina so devastated is going to be okay, I have to believe. She has me. She'll always have me.

"My apartment is a two-bedroom." I look at her, eyebrows raised. "Four and I only use one of them. I mean, if you want a place to stay for a few days."