Kyle knocked on the door of Room 458 and rocked back on his heels while he waited for an answer. Lily's note with the hotel's address and her room number was crumpled and sweaty in his pocket, and it had taken him a good fifteen minutes sitting in a parking space downstairs before he could get up the courage to come up.

She knew.

He knew she knew.

She knew he knew she knew, and doubtless he was about to find out why she knew and how she knew and what EXACTLY she knew because it occurred to him suddenly, as the door opened, that there were two things she could know and neither was something he wanted to get into just then.

So what was he doing there?

But Lily was standing in front of him again, and he had to stop thinking and take two steps in and hug her, but she only let it go for a few seconds before pulling back and closing the door behind him.

"Hey," Kyle said, hands in his pockets.

Lily folded her arms. "Hi. Have a seat."

"Why do I feel like I've been called into the principal's office?"

"Because you feel guilty," Lily said, sitting on an armchair.

"And why is that?"

"I think you know," she said, not giving an inch. Kyle leaned back into the couch and folded his hands, and they stared each other down for a while longer. Finally, Lily sighed and looked at the carpet.

"I went by St. Mike's earlier today. They said you quit."

"I did."

"So I gather." Lily moved from the armrest and sat on the chair, leaning forward so that she and Kyle were only a few feet apart, facing each other. "Kyle, what happened?"

"Well, I walked in." Kyle sat forward in mock seriousness and Lily rolled her eyes, already knowing what was coming. "And when I saw someone with sufficient influence over the employment of all the miserable residents and nurses, I said something along the lines of "I quit"—I may have been more eloquent, but it suits our purposes—and then I walked out. It was really very simple."

"That is not what I mean, and you know it."

"Lily, what are you doing here?"

"Kyle…" She sighed, but his jaw was set and she knew him well enough to know she was in for an uphill battle. "I'm in town for a few days for a meeting with the people over at St. Mike's, just checking up on things. How have they been running since I left?"

"There's no comparison," Kyle said, and Lily was left without words at the seriousness in his tone. "But… how's your new job going?"

"It's incredible," she said to her arms, still crossed. "No residents second-guessing me, talking behind my back, having affairs with other drug-addict residents—"

"You had to play the Heather card."

"From what I understand, that card is still in play." Lily said shortly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"News travels in the medical community, Kyle, you have to have noticed that. Besides, I was just at St. Mike's today. Your old friend Lloyd was very happy to share all the information I wanted."

"What did he tell you?" Kyle asked, leaning forward.

"Let's just say the world should fear for itself when yet another mini-McCarty is running around in a few months."

"No, Lily…" Kyle reached out before he could think twice and grabbed her hand, making her look at him. "It's not true, Lily, she was lying. She's just—she's a liar, I talked to her father, and—she was lying, she was, and after all that, and I walked in on her making out with my cousin and then she ran off and—I'm done with her." Lily's eyes were beginning to glisten. "I'm done with her."

"That would certainly be the smart decision," she said, ducking her head to try and hide the tiny smile that was beginning to form.

"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head at her and beginning to grin.

"Well—because, Kyle, you're a recovering addict, and—" Kyle moved over to sit next to her on the couch. "And you know that when you're with her there's more—more of a tendency for you to slip, and—you've already—"

Kyle reached up and pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. "Why is it such a good idea?"

Lily was unable to articulate the rest of her reasons, and so she settled for reaching out and pulling his head toward hers, kissing him as he pushed her back into the cushions.