Despite herself, she had to giggle. It was just so...him. She'd missed him, more than she wanted to admit. Because admitting it meant she was hooked all over again, which she'd promised herself so fervently she wouldn't let happen. Because, if he'd miss her too much, than what the hell was the point of getting rid of her in the first place? Neither of them could have known they'd end up in this place, with at least that much of a chance. They wouldn't get this once they were back home. He'd seen to that.
"Gumption's a weird word anyway. Reminds me too much of Forrest Gump. Which reminds me, I met this guy...before we got moved around and all. I should probably check in with him, he probably thinks I just dropped off the face of the Earth. Anyway, right, he knows Jack and Gwen. And Jack's little...uh...problem? Apparently can be passed on through his blood. Rex has it now."
Her fault. All her fault. She simply had to remind herself that if she hadn't done what she had, they'd both be dead. Two men who meant more to her than anything. Including the one who'd died for her. Twice. And yet still, easier to think about with a sickly man than the fact that she wasn't a part of his universe anymore. Nothing they did would change that. He'd made his decision.