"Not a bad kisser, either," Kate answered, almost offhandedly, distracted by the story on the screen but glad for the tug and tie to the island. It kept her from getting too intense about it. "He'd forget how to talk around you."

The scene shifts to the London Sanctuary and her and Will being her and Will. Her fingers curl around the couch cushion she's got against her stomach. She forgets, makes herself forget, how close they were at home. How much time she and him and Henry spent together, even with Abby.

She laughs, short and sharp, when it switches again to Magnus in this Addison asshole's doorway with unconscious bodyguards at her feet and her looking perfectly posh. Good to see you again, Doc. "BAMF. Total HBIC. You have no idea."