"Shut up, asshole," Kate says, and it's a tangled up mess of emotions, including deeply fond. She dashes the tears from her eyes with the back of one gloved wrist (yeah, she cut a pair up that she found in an empty hut). "You can ask anything you want, you know. I'll tell you."

It's not an answer, except in all the ways that it is. She needs him too much for him not to be Will. He has to be. And she really fucking hates that.