And that's when the two of them would see Matt smile for the first time in a month. It was a tired smile, frayed around the edges, but he crouched down and balanced on the balls of his feet to touch Molly's face. He still had some blood on his hands, dried and cracked up in places, but it didn't leave any traces on Molly's skin.

There was some symbolism in that, probably. If you were into that kind of thing.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Who else?"

Marriage was far off the table as far as discussion went. They couldn't even be married in New York even if they wanted to. But it was such an innocent yet knowing question and that's what Matt meant with his answer, in a sense.

Who else, really?

He pulled her gently towards him and kissed her hair. Then he stood and picked up the last water bottle, half full and lukewarm.

"Okay, c'mon. We should go."

It wasn't entirely dark out yet but Matt didn't want either of them there when darkness really fell.