A little shiver runs over her, head to toe. Still adjusting to affection like this, still redrawing the lines that have been there for so long they're hard to scuff out. But she's stubborn enough, isn't she?

She finds his arm to squeeze and exhales long and slow as she lets her eyes shut. "We— we got each other. Always."

If you'd asked her six months ago where they'd be with each other by now, she'd never have believed the answer, but God if she isn't glad of it as she lives it.

"...wake me if you gotta go, yeah?"