"Yes," Morgan admitted.

"Can... can I..." Taylor mumbled.

Morgan looked at me. It probably was not a good idea to drink alcohol to help with sadness, but I wasn't sure whether it was wise to voice that here. She looked back at Taylor. "Look, Tay, I get that this is hard for you, but Quinn and I wanted one night, just one night where we could-"

"I won't butt in," Taylor protested. "I can s-sleep on the couch, and you and Quinn could have the bed..."

"I won't be staying tonight," I interjected.

Taylor looked at me with sad eyes. "You're leaving."

"He was already planning to," Morgan helpfully pointed...