The bruising on Cat's neck was telltale of what it was from, and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together with what she spoke. King's thumb brushed gently over the top of her hand as if to silently say things were okay.
"You could always come with me," He grinned. "I get bored on mine and start setting dumb goals to keep myself sane."
Guiding them down the street, he could see their destination not far away. It was still in the White, fortunately. Not far from where they'd met, but far enough away that prying eyes would have to be really looking for them to know it was them.