[Her eyes open as he starts to explain, the soft touch to her cheek anchoring her to the reality of the moment rather than the weight of his words. Here, they're safe. There's no darkness because if he ever slips back into it, she'll be there to light the way and pull him out.

But she can feel the restraint in the way he holds her, his fingers carrying a tension that's easy for her to pick up on. She turns her head to press kisses against his fingertips, like she can ward away all the years of darkness and torment he experienced.

The fact he was in a state like that for so long and still is such a good man helps ease the way her heart breaks for him. She can't handle the idea of him being left like that forever. He wasn't ever supposed to wake up. But she's so glad that he did.]

But you did wake up. And you're here now. So I suppose I owe someone in your world a great deal of thanks.

[Where no matter what happens, she will always be there to see him and protect him. She reminds him of that as she rises up to softly press her lips against his.]

And now we, Mr. Kovacs -

[She speaks with her lips against his as she laughs, pulling away so she can take him by the hand and drag him over to sit on the bed with her. It's time to try and help take some of the weight off his shoulders so he can forget the ghosts of his past and the darkness that's always in the back of his mind. ]

Have some celebrating to be doing.