"I will." He keeps his eyes open, watching her with uncertain eyes, so different from the stern red glow of his mask, thinking over potentials. He'll take risks. He'll take insane risks, now he knows Vulcanus has pos. I.D. technology.

He suspects that's dawned on her, too. She knows him - he's not safe as a mystery anymore, she knows so much, she can anticipate...

"I do not feel that losing you will be acceptable," It's a whisper in the room, so close to her face, shifting his balance as he uncertainly, clumsily opens up his arms, not quite hugging but asking for the hug the way an alley dog asks for food. "Ever."