Yeah— [ Blake runs a hand through his hair and takes a seat on the edge of Natasha's bad, leg tucked under him. ] For now, yeah. Sometime I—

[ He pauses, unsure how to really explain. Maybe the simplest answer. ]

Sometimes I need a safe haven, y'know? Place where no one's gonna find me. Figure you'd know what that's like.

[ And, in some way, he's banking on her realizing that means he doesn't really want anyone but her to know where he is. ]