Kathy straddled him, the movement being surprisingly non-sexual for, well, who they were as people, and ran her hands into his hair, nails light on his scalp and the back of his neck. "Aren't you the one who told me that I can't live my life worried about the bad shit that might happen?"

She let her forehead fall forward to press against his. "If you don't wanna keep trying with Ez, you don't have to. You don't have to come up with reasons to justify it. Not to me."