Kate mumbles another 'sorry'. It's not surly or anything. It's just not as important as, fuck her ribs and her bruises, sliding to her knees and pressing up close to him. Every breath hurts but she hurt him and that's not on.

"Don't need a knight in shining armor, babe," she murmurs, low, and backs it up with a soft, innocent kiss. "Not gonna lie, though. It's hot you getting your badass on over me."