After everything, after Parnassus Beta, and the Gorn, and nearly dying… there’s something so grounding about the careful way he avoids jostling her injured arm, how he kisses her, the warmth of his hands on her face, chasing away the chill of the infirmary and the horror of what had almost happened.

Then he’s muttering a curse as he bumps the door and it starts opening again and it pulls a laugh out of her as he closes it again and locks it. That she could have lost this, lost him… Left him alone…

His hands are back on her face, and she doesn’t want him to stop. Doesn’t want him to ever stop. (They will, they’ll have to leave eventually. She has daily checkups and they’re not going to be quite so blatant in front of others. But for the rest of the night. And however much of tomorrow they can manage. That’ll do.) She can’t help but tip her head into his touch.

Her smile absolutely lights up her face. “Hi.”