So, admittedly, after a full day and a half of thinking about his life and his choices, Caleb was at least mostly certain that this probably wasn't the greatest plan he'd ever had.

... Then again, he'd had plenty of time to convince himself that it wasn't the worst, either. And that was why he'd gone to the effort of finding Emily's apartment, and was actually knocking on her door, fidgeting with his braid as he waited for her to answer.

He wasn't going to chicken out.

Whatever that meant.