Sabrina presses closer, and Rosie holds her tight as she kneels there on the floor, running a hand down her back to soothe her. "It's weird," she says, because she won't pretend it isn't. "But you haven't ruined anything, and it's alright to feel younger than you know you really are." She can't and won't kiss her properly, not like this, but she lays something soft and chaste against Sabrina's cheek and judges it an appropriate substitute.

"Of course I'll help get you home," she says, pulling back to look at her. "We'll get a taxi, and I'll let Charlie know on the way so he doesn't come here and worry."