Kate can't fucking believe she's going to say this. Any of it. It's so...not her. Except, it is, she guesses. That aching feeling of loss and longing like watching a message in a bottle float away from shore. When it's him, this who she is. She's not sure she likes it. But she's not losing him.

"Two favors then, and a promise." She gives him a small grim smile. "Promise first. I won't bring anyone else back to my bed. There might be people there if you just show up. But I promise it won't be for sex."