It's surprisingly domestic, her hand in his hair. The furrow between his brows smooths out as she strokes it, a certain kind of calm infusing him. Nothing about their situation should really be relaxed these days, and yet here they are.

He reaches up to find her free hand, tangling their fingers together. "If there's one thing I've learnt over the past few years, it's that regrets are a waste of time. I think we're exactly where we need to be."