Every day Kol expects to find himself alone. Every day he expects to wake and find himself alone in that massive building. Would it be different than his lack of thought and yet keening loneliness from being in a coffin?

He's not sure but he dreads that day, dreads knowing it's coming.

"For tonight," he repeats, knowing that she may well mean just that, just the single night.

He reaches out for her hand.

"Come on. There's clothes upstairs. Lets find something warmer for you," he says, knowing he needs to talk with her about it. He needs to try and plead his case, at the very least