She didn't doubt him. Funny, he always doubted himself. And now, here they were. On the verge of...something, and she was trusting him completely.

She kissed him and he held her close, deepening their kiss with all the gentleness she initiated it with. Lovingly, though he'd never use that word aloud.

Oh, it was long ago he admitted to himself that he loved Romana. Long ago he admitted it and shushed himself, saying that it was one of those things he'd never be able to have, now. Something he should've fought for when he had time. Someone he should've fought for.