There really hadn't been anything else to say right then, had there? Scar felt a brief flutter of panic, but it settled almost as soon as it bubbled up. She had, seemingly effortlessly, settled him down from what would have likely been a low evening of staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself. No one had ever really done that before.

Maybe he was getting a little better, too.

Scar sat still when she kissed his cheek. He hadn't exactly felt like it before, but...

"Do you still want to...?" That thing? That couples do? Scar was fairly worded out, for the evening.