Breathing in the smell of him she wonders how she ever could have run away, even for a little while. How she could have tried so hard to numb herself that she turned away from him.

"I wish I hadn't hurt you, John. I didn't mean to. I was just scared and I didn't know how what else to do. I don't ever want it to happen again." Her hands still ache from cold as she presses them against his skin. Kissing his chest and curls in as close as she can.