All right. [ He doesn't ask if he's sure. Doesn't want to cast any doubt on her own agency being exercised. He can't imagine what it's been like for her over this past year. He can hear the blood rushing under her skin, scrabbling to the surface as she scrubs herself raw. It's not so bad that it'll draw blood, but he listens for when he might have to coax her into stopping.

The slight smirk that turns up one corner of his mouth is enough to cause the split there to crack and sting, but he just licks at it to keep it at bay. She's still just as good as she was, despite the lost time. More lost time. ]

I joined a blind Fight Club. Membership is down, so now I've got to make due with just falling down the stairs occasionally.