The bruises had mostly faded now from the break in and Kara felt like her old self again. Well - mostly. Physically she felt fine but there were little flutters in her stomach every time she looked at Connor. And every time she thought about that night she'd been attacked, how he'd held her, and how right it had felt.
"Just put them here then?" she asked, setting the box of files she was carrying on his table next to the one he'd been holding.