"Good." She knew he would, there was no cause at all to doubt him. He was the sort of person who'd do anything for someone he loved. Nancy was of the same ilk.

"My cat's an alcoholic, like it's a weird thing," she says, keeping the subject off of her because honestly it makes her uncomfortable. She's been drinking for a very long time. But honestly, could you blame her?

"I'd hate for you to get so bored you drink a liquor store." She rubs her thumb along his cheekbone, taking careful stock of his injuries that would be gone by tomorrow.