"Okay," she whispers, both to as close to a promise as he can give and to him needing her. Her skin aches, hot and flushed, and her face is hot too with all the not-crying she's doing. His hands feel cool and perfect against her face and she can't believe she stayed away from him for seven days again.

"Bed, babe? I want..." Everything. She wants to be under him, wants to be his. Wants him to make her forget this place, this week, Jack disappearing, William losing another parent, everything. But she doesn't want a fight about whether he can be what she needs because he is when he stops thinking about what he should or shouldn't do and just does what their bodies want. Kate squeezes her eyes shut and runs her hands down his arms. "Make me forget everything but you."

He should know...he should remember what that means.