His storytelling technique leaves a little to be desired, but it's precisely what Kate needs. She finds herself smiling as he fumbles along, laughing rattling-chain ghosts in an exhale when it seems right.

The ache behind her eyes peels away slowly, like candle wax breaking away from raw skin, leaving her tender but tired. She closes her eyes, focusing on the vibration of his voice as he talks, the warmth of his body.

"You're such a devil."

Amusement sneaks through the tiredness. She'd shake her head at him if she had the gumption.