She just let him talk, running her hands lightly up and down his chest and stomach, her cheek still pressed against his back. She was missing some major pieces, like what exactly he was supposed to talk to the shrink about or what had happened that was so bad but really, right now the point wasn't for her to understand any of this. The point was to just let Danny get it out.

She took a deep breath against him, drawing it in and letting it out slowly, inhaling the smell of him and cigarette smoke. "You know I always root for the underdog because he has to fight so much harder and overcome so much more than anyone else. I knew you were my type," she teased him very lightly.