Her fingertips knead in his hair for a moment before her hands caress down his neck. She wants to touch him, everywhere. All over. Wants to kiss every scar, every bruise.

He's always so tightly wrapped, so buttoned up, and she just wants to undo all of that, wants to get at the truth in the center of all this mess. All of that energy churns in her chest, and she tries to breathe through it. Her hand shifts to brush his hair back, to cup his cheek.

"Can you stay?"

Please, say yes. Please.