Alcohol could not be his crutch anymore, he knew that. He had turned to it in his weakness, but he could not afford to do so again. It clouded his judgment too severely and made him act in ways that he normally wouldn't. A casual drink every now and then wouldn't hurt, but he couldn't turn to it as a solution. It wasn't a solution, it was only a way for him to hide and he ended up hurting those he cared about when he did that. He wouldn't put her through that again, he couldn't. Haven never wanted to disappoint his sister. He wanted to live up to her expectations and be someone she could trust. The Aatte would rather die than break the promise he had just made to his sister. It was binding and he would not forgive himself if he were ever cruel enough to break it.
At his request his sister searched his face for something that she did not find. No, things between him and Princess were not exactly serious, but the girl did mean something to him. Whether it had been in the right way or not (which it hadn't) they had taken a first step together and it meant something. They had connected their lives that night and it was not a connection Haven was willing to have fall apart. He didn't know what could come from their relationship, but he wanted to try it. He felt he owed it both to her and to himself. He had gotten them into this and the least he could do was give them a try. And he did feel something for her, it was nearly impossible not to after what they had shared. When his sister agreed to try his smiled broadened. "Thank you."
Weariness seemed to overtake her and he felt a similar thing happen to him. His own insomnia had been longer lived than her's and they could both do with a good night's rest. "No," he said, a light that had been long absent coming to his eyes. "My sister isn't staying anywhere except a nice comfy bed in the extra room." Haven rose to his feet and held his hand out to his sister to help her up from the ground. Even if his house didn't have the spare room and bed, he would have let her sleep in his own bed while he took the couch. The boy was glad she wanted to come with him and not return back to Crimson Dreams tonight. They needed more time together.
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