❝ FEEL FREE TO TAKE ANYTHING from the kitchen if you end up getting hungry, ❞ trip says, dropping an armful of pillows and blankets on the couch that will become josie’s bed for the night. it’s a little weird. trip’s usually the one doing the couch hopping, so having to be the one to play the role of welcoming host is kinda throwing him for a loop. it’s a lot of questions and second guessing : does josie have enough blankets ? should he offer her water ? snacks ? a swift kick to the pastor’s ass— give the guy something to really pray about ? what’s the protocol for when woodstock’s darling shows up on your doorstep with nowhere else to go ? god, was this how kc felt when he did the same thing to him back in october ? he wishes max hadn’t gone to bed already ; she’d be better at this by a mile. after a moment of awkward shuffling, trip speaks again, slow and uncertain. ❝ are you . . . gonna be okay ? ❞ for tonight ? in general ? it’s hard to say which he’s asking more.