"It's okay," she waved a hand dismissively. "I'm pretty sure you don't need it. Pretty sure. I'm not actually a doctor, so you might want to get a second opinion."
"A giant portrait of Lock, right across your chest." She swiped a hand across his chest and nodded. "It's perfect."
Kitty smiled as he brushed her hair back, looking down as she shrugged. "I really don't know. I guess I don't really spend a lot of time thinking about things I want."