"You're makin' perfect sense," Reno mumbled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and scooting back toward the wall. "For all it's worth, I'm glad she's alive, zoto. But even the thinkin' that she might not be, that's rough. You need anything?"

He'd get it, if she said what she needed. He'd tear the island apart and then head to the mainland and tear apart Greece. After the snuggling.