[she takes those kisses easily. there's little pings of comfort that she feels, each time he does. he knows how much, how well, she responds to touch, after years and years of being unable to, and after being brainwashed and shoved into a murder society, being told to kill and not really having a choice - being in this bed with him is like sanctuary.

the padding of his jacket and the solidness of his arms grounds her, and even though she's going through some truly heinous withdrawal symptoms, she's feeling better than she was.

silence, for a moment. then:]

Yeah. Just really drilling in how awful I feel about Rondo. [...] The hotel was fucked, too. Not... not as much, but -- shit, I really need to sort this out with him.

[not now, she's not getting up, but. sighs.]