Nursing the cup of coffee in her hands, Sookie lets her nose linger over the opening, warming away the chill at the tip from having ventured outdoors so early in the morning. It's comforting to see that her words don't trigger some sort of instant reaction from Lafayette; she'd half-expected him to balk at the idea after finally finding a relatively peaceful place to live. Closing her eyes, she leans back against his pillows, taking another slow sip from the coffee, sweet to her tongue.

"I didn't say that you had to help," Sookie says, shaking her head. "It's not like I've got any plan of my own. I just didn't want to get used to this place too quickly if I've still got it in my head to go back. I know Jason's practically knee-deep in this place already, and I'm glad he's happy and I don't want to take that from him, but there's so much still back in Bon Temps and I figured you were the only one I could really talk to about it. The only person who might be kinda objective."