"I want to help who I can, Piotr, but how does this City know? I want to understand how does it know who we are?" The who was far deeper and bigger than just their names, and she didn't understand how a city, something that shouldn't be living, could know who they were in all that they were. It wasn't bothering with the mutant sides of them, but their civilian side, the side that they always wanted to use, be, explore.
"There are times I don't know how you can be so accepting." She knew that this was why she loved him; he accepted everything until he couldn't. He protected and loved, and he was a good man. She wondered how he put up with her, seeing conspiracies when they weren't always there. Neither of them had had the happiest of lives, yet..there he was happy.
"I will try, but it feels too easy. Since when do we get easy, Piotr?" She settled down to kneel beside him, betting he was all too stuffed to move still. Her hand rested on his chest, rubbing softly - as much as Lockheed's snoring body would allow anyway.