Being a guest of Honor isn’t very different from being a guest of Privilege or a guest of Obsequiousness. It’s better than being a guest of Pain.
Chalcedony’s been couchsurfing in Conceptua since she lost her lease, or rather since the definition of “lease” blew out the window one breezy April day. It’s not so bad. She misses her privacy, but she gets to go through her hosts’ things when they’re not home.
Honor’s secrets are trite and disappointing: bribe money in the freezer, sexts from Hate. Chalcedony almost misses those drawers full of mousetraps, where Pain hid nothing at all.