"Then that settles it, you can't leave." Her arms tightened around him. Bringing her cheek to rest against his stomach. "But neither can I, even if there are some days that I want to. If I go... I'm bound to be a throw rug in front of someone's fireplace. Quite literally." One hand left from around his waist, rubbing lightly against the shoulder that she'd been shot in. Remembering the pain and ache.