It's strangely charming, the way he blushes when he asks questions like this. There's an intimacy to them that's somehow even more vulnerable than making out in bed. The corner of her mouth lifts in a little smile as she moves her arm around him to run her fingers down his back.

"You were the only one that ever saw me." Not just the things that she can do, or how efficient she is, though that's certainly a part of it too. They both have all these layers. All this pain. All this great capacity for violence. And at the end of the day, the only place she wants to be is right there with him. "You make me better. And I think I make you better too."

Even when he's not sure who she is.