She sees him when he comes in. Her reaction's so strong, she doesn't wave or draw his attention. She needs a minute, needs to deal with the wave of guilt for the other people she's done stuff with. The hot flash of anger because it's supposed to be allowed. The overpowering relief is what gets her the most.

Fuck, Kate. What the hell have you done to yourself?

It only gets worse at the sound of his voice. Knots in her spine unkinking and her body going loose. She tells herself the lie it's because she knows where she'll be tonight, believes it, then realizes it's not a lie at all.

"Hey," she says, softer than usual and smiles when he sits, immediately stretches her feet under the table to tangle with his. "Been drinking tequila, but I think I'm gonna quit that now." Crap, it even sounds metaphorical.