Grace lays on the couch, her body curled up against herself. She's waiting.

She hears the door, frantically attempts to clear the tears from her eyes. But he sees them.

"Oh, Grace," he says, setting the plastic bag down on the table and crossing the floor to her.

He wraps his arms around her, she leans into his shoulder, relief flooding over her. He's real. He's here.

"What's wrong, Angel?" he asks, his voice soft, gentle.

She doesn't answer, instead her grip tightening around him.

Finally, she meets his eyes. Hers are broken, as if she doesn't know what to believe anymore.

His yellow eyes, always the same, always beautiful. She remembers them in the face of a wolf, and whimpers.

"Don't leave me," she whispers quietly, her eyes never leaving their spot, staring into golden yellow.

His widen, and he holds her closer, their bodies mushed together, as if they're one. But they don't notice. Not now.

"Oh Grace, I'll never leave you. Not now, not ever. I'm here," he tells her, but his voice slips at the and. She catches it.

"You don't know that. What if- what if this is ... temporary?" she asks, her voice cracking.

He sighs. "It can't be," he says, remembering the cold, biting wind blowing across his body. He was cold, but he was human. The evidence couldn't have been clearer than that.

But she doesn't believe him, she can't. She'd lost him too many times to believe him.

He knows those are her thoughts.

"Even if it is temporary, I'll spend every moment with you, every single one. I'll stay cooped up in this house all winter. As long as I'm with you, I don't care. I'll do anything,"

She smiles, it's half-hearted. But she wants to believe him.

"Your mine, aren't you?" she says, taking his hand to examine his fingers. Her fingers.

He nods, a small smile on his face. He takes her chin and pulls her to him for a soft kiss. He can taste the salt water of her tears, a rare taste when kissing Grace.

They pull away, and they're looking at each other again.

"It doesn't matter if I'm here forever, or here for today. I'm yours. I always will be," he says intensely, and she finally smiles.

"There's my Grace," he laughs. He kisses the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah. Your Grace," she says. She kisses his neck.

And suddenly, they aren't talking anymore.