Her eyelids are heavy, lips parted to take in gasping lungfuls of cold air as she watches him speak, fingertips white from how desperately she's clinging to him.

"Didn't do things right."

She shakes her head, swallowing to moisten her throat.

"Before. With the other... with the other you. I wish... I wish I hadn't been so... so weak back then."

She squeezes her eyes shut, letting out a mirthless laugh.

"M'weak now. Weak for you."

She trails the tip of her nose along his scruffy jaw, stopping only when her lips can get at his throat. She gives that sweet spot he has right under the curve of his jaw slow attention.