Belle shook her head.  The bread had been enough to fill her stomach.  She waited for Darius to lead the way, and once he did, she intended to follow.  "I've pretty much been living out of a suitcase for ten years.  Trust me, I won't judge you for a messy room."  She thought about her apartment, and let a sigh pass her lips.  "I'd actually really appreciate it if you'd come with me back to my apartment and the diner tomorrow or the next day.  I'd like to tie up loose ends.  I don't have much, but some of it was meaningful."  Trinkets and the like.  It really wasn't much, but it still held meaning for Belle.  And she wanted to officially quit her job, so she didn't just leave them hanging.<br/><br/>"I should quit, right?  I think it's probably too dangerous to go back there..."  It felt odd yet comforting to have someone to talk to about this.  Up to this point, these were always decisions she had to make on her own, and usually she had to just bail and not look back.  Darius offered a layer of security she had never had before.