"You say that," he admits softly, circling his arms around her to hold her in place, an eggshell-gentle embrace. "But that goes both ways, cherie. And you got roots like Remy never has. You see. This way is best for everyone."

He smiles crookedly, lip a little askew because of her hands on his cheeks, and leans in to place a kiss like a benediction on her forehead.