Will's the one who knows what to say about things like this. Who knows how to listen without getting tangled up in it. Kate can feel the weight of his gaze on her knee and she's not sure whether to pull back to give him space or stay, press closer, be real and right now like fighting a nightmare.

It's his story. His hurt. All she can do is be here and make sure she knows he's not shocking her. That she's not put off from him even though the story makes her murderous. She's not sure. It might be the wrong thing, but instead of saying anything, she just reaches out to touch the back of his wrist. One touch, soft, and then pulls her hand back.

Her gaze finds his and she's pretty sure she doesn't need to say go on. It's right there in her eyes.