A smirk tempts the corner of her mouth, but it doesn't quite make it through. He thinks he's done a pretty good job in the short time since they had that talk. It may have been a few months for Tommy, but it's been much less for Kate. Still — 

I'm still gonna-- y'know-- worry about you and whatever

 — he's trying, and that's sweet.

"I don't trust anybody."

She closes her eyes ever so briefly when he touches her hip. Were she on her other side, he'd only be touching another scar. She's a patchwork quilt of stories that tell why she doesn't trust, and what the punishment is when she forgets. She rests her hand over his heart.

"But if I did, I guess they'd be somewhere near the top of the list."