Diar nods, seeming relieved by your admission that you're nervous as well. "Whatever's going on, I'd like it to stop."
"I understand that," you say.
"You could stay here tonight if you want to," Diar offers. Outside the window, the shadows are still shifting oddly in the street. "I have a nice couch. And I'm worried about you going out right now."
All things considered, you are, too.