Every moment that she remained in his flat imagining that they were just two old acquaintances who discovered they had feelings for the other was only going to make it harder to leave. She couldn't expect what was happening with them to last longer than the short time she spent hiding in his flat. There was nothing between them that had any hope for lasting longer than the moment she had to finally step out of the front door. It was foolish to ignore that fact. She wasn't doing either of them any favors by lingering longer than she should. There would be no happy ending for them, no long life together, nothing. Even if the Resistance was somehow able to complete their Revolution, they wouldn't be free to be anything more than two lonely people who spent several days in bed to try to forget how lonely they actually were.