Each kiss patched up a little piece of her, and she could hear some of the smile in his voice. Her muscles relaxed even more, becoming like warm putty in his arms, and she listened to every word he said, carefully and with as much attention as she could muster through her headache.

We're in this together. He wasn't the first person to say that to her, but the sentiment didn't bring up the painful memories that it might once have. "Okay," she agreed with a nod, grimacing as the movement sent her world spinning. "Okay," she repeated again, trying to make the agreement stronger, but then...

Her entire body tensed and she shifted position slightly, trying to lean away from Steve. "I need to get up," she explained quietly, the words coming out in a rush. "I need-- Oh lord, I'm gonna be sick." The signs were all there, and if she didn't hurry, they'd be all over his room. It happened enough that it was almost a certainty.