Kate drove in autopilot to Jack's house. She felt numb. Marlo had always been in shape so when she died of a heart attack, it was a shock. Kate felt her own devastation and couldn't imagine how Jack must feel.

Jack.

They had barely spoken the past two years. A little update on Aaron or a question about their schedules. No fighting. No reconciliation. Just civil, for Aaron's sake.

Aaron.

She hadn't told Aaron yet; it was something she thought she and Jack should do together. She also needed to be there for Jack; she wanted time alone with just him. She wanted to be the one to comfort him. She wanted to be the one he wanted; she needed to be the one he needed.

On a whim, she tried her key, a key he had made back when they were dating and living in two different places. Memories washed over her. The times she'd come in while he was at work; he'd arrive home to find her awake and cooking him a meal. The door unlocked with ease.

"I… the door… my key still works," she stammered once she was inside. Jack was crouched down, curled into a little ball on the kitchen floor. Next to him were two bourbon bottles, one of which was tipped over and leaking onto the tiles. She could tell just by looking at him that he needed sleep.

"Why would I change it? This is the last place you'd ever turn up?" His words slurred but the aggressive tone was loud and clear. "Plus I thought you could water my plants sometime." He lifted a bottle of bourbon in the air as if to toast and then took a swig.

"Jack—"

"What are you even doing here, Kate? You could have just dropped off a casserole."

"Jack," she practically whispered. "I just came to see if you were okay… to… to…to be there for you."

She took a step closer, stepping into the light. She wore a black leather skirt and a black lace top. With the tightness and color of her outfit, it looked like a silhouette of her body to Jack. He wondered if she wore that for him. He wondered if she wore black because of Margo.

"What can I do?" Kate whispered as she sat down next to him. The cold tiles against her bare skin sent goosebumps all over her body.

"You can go."

"Jack," she whispered.

"Kate, I just want to cry and punch walls and scream. I don't need you here."

"Hey, hey," she cupped his face. His brown eyes looked so sad and broken that she felt her chest restrict. She had been a part of that. "Take it out on me, Jack. Please. Just let it all out. Whatever you're holding in, just let it out. I'm here," her voice trembled.

Jack grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back as if to test her. She reached a hand to his face and pulled him into a kiss. Her body automatically pulled towards him. He pulled her hair back so they were locking eyes; silently asking for consent. She nodded softly was all it took. He crudely pushed her leather skirt up her thighs and shoved her panties to the side as he slammed into her.

The sensation of the heat of their passion mixed with the chill from the cold tiles had Kate's senses heightened so every deep thrust felt like ecstasy. She bit her lip in a meek attempt to stop herself from the impending orgasm. She needed to wait for him; she needed to make him come.

"I can show you out," Jack said once he had caught his breath after exploding. "I know you have to go."

"I don't have to go," she whispered. "I have a bag by the door. I thought I could stay here." She glanced around for a moment before returning her attention to him. "I can make you a home cooked meal… maybe my pot roast?"

The mention of food made his stomach growl so loud both Kate and Jack heard it. "Come on," she grabbed his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "Let me take care of you, please?"

"Why do you even care?" He growled, more like a beast than a man.

"Jack, do you honestly think I ever stopped loving you?" Her eyes filled with tears but she refused to let them fall. "Please let me do this."

Jack looked down at the floor, silently squeezing her hand. He nodded but made no eye contact.

But, he had agreed. That was all Kate needed.