Words are failing him in the silence that follows as she slowly relaxes. He can feel the harsher layer of tension leaving her body within the aftershocks, and he eases back, propping himself over her again. One elbow keeps him from completely crushing her while he brushes her hair back from her face, gazing down at her.

"You know," he starts, voice slightly gravelly, "when I said 'repeat offense', I wasn't exactly picturing - well, this."