"It's gonna be your space too," Curtis points out. He catches both her hands with a laugh. "You don't have to cross out everything."

Maybe they'll balance each other, he thinks. He can rein her in, but she can pull him along, like she's been slowly nudging him along from the moment they met. Testing each little boundary -- a window, a quiet room, an open sky -- and showing Curtis he can move forward in a wholly different way.