[Truth be told he really needed that warmth. It's easy to keep running on pure adrenaline, he's done it a thousand times, but by the time they finally get to slow down and he gets his stuff off the bike and into the room he's exhausted and freezing. All he wants after the high of their destruction is to be as close to her as possible.

He has his nose pressed into her hair and legs intertwined with hers when she speaks, and he's quick to press another kiss to her lips at those words.]

Of course, babe. You're gorgeous.

[But, she's right, that was really fucked up and they're lucky they're both here to talk about it. The contentedness fades from his face and he rolls onto his back, frowning up at the ceiling.]

I'm real sorry that happened to you. Still wish I'd busted some kneecaps. That... thing we saw in there, that ugly gray freak, what was that?