"I'm not a harpy. If you want to swing by the club, you can, but that just means I'll be here all by my lonesome tonight, and you know what kind of trouble I get into when I'm all alone with no one to keep me from doing something to entertain myself." Mostly, without Diego here, the ghosts were getting to her. Kilgrave got to her. The quiet got to her. So if he left, she'd pick up a case and go distract herself.

She was going to try really hard not to make it seem like she wanted to leash him to her and make his decisions for him. Or manipulate him. He'd had enough of that. Besides, she sucked at subtle manipulation and she knew it. When it came down to it, she'd just demand he stay and fuck her into a coma if it really bothered her. But she knew that he needed to find threads and ties of his own in this world. She'd been born into it and she had a limited amount. He could do worse than finding a connection with Luke and Danny. Their history aside, both were the decent type, and if anything happened to Diego, they'd make sure she knew.