There's this one moment of don't you dare go through any doors without me, but... he can't live that way. He can't. If he does, then fear and uncertainty win and that's one battle he's not giving in to, no matter what.

"Yeah, that sounds good. In just a minute." There's something he has to do first, and it mostly involves just holding her for a little while longer. It's not exactly like some weight got lifted or that they resolved anything, but sometimes, just talking is enough of a thing and sometimes, just holding her is enough of a thing. This time he reaches up and tucks the hair back behind her ears on both sides and rests the palms of his hands -- the hands that know how to fight and how to shoot a gun and how to kill equally as well as they know how to comfort and hold a baby -- against her cheeks. His thumbs trace the edges of her scar and it's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's everything in this moment.

And then his eyes soften and he gives her a genuine smile.

"Yeah." His lips brush across hers so very lightly. "Yeah, that's a great idea. I'm starving. I'll stay here with the tiny sleeping princess, make sure no big bad wolves try to climb in the window."

The only thing he can't do for Beth Junior is feed her, but if he really is her favorite thing since naptime, he'll find a way to distract her if that's what needs doing.

Finally, he pulls away just enough. "Thanks."

And then because he's a guy, his hands trail down her body to settle on her chest. "And I still think listing them separately wasn't cheating."