Two weeks…. Fourteen days.

That's how long she'd gone without Harley. And Pam had felt every moment in agonizing detail. She'd always been comfortable living on her own, she'd never needed another person, never been dependent on anyone. It was strange how quickly that had changed since Harley had come into her life. And now that Harley was gone, everything Pam had begun to build for herself in Gotham was crashing down around her.

The GCPD had been surprisingly accommodating when Pam had approached them with the issue of the letters. Commissioner Gordon, in particular, had seemed especially concerned for her safety. Although Pam attributed it to her connection with Barbara, it had still been a significantly different experience than her previous one with the Seattle Police Department.

The Comissioner had assigned her a personal bodyguard while they searched for the perpetrator of the letters. Renee Montoya was a nice enough woman. Intelligent, and on call whenever Pam needed her. Which, Gordon had decided, was whenever Pam went to and from work.

Although Pam had shared her suspicions regarding Jay's involvement in the letters, the GCPD had yet to find any damning evidence to support her claim. They couldn't even find traces of DNA on the letters. Jay was either innocent, or incredibly slippery. Pam didn't need to think too hard to know which one it was.

The letters stopped coming once the GCPD had been made aware of her situation, which only made Pam more suspicious. She saw Jay entering the parlor occasionally. And he sent a glance her way now and then, offering her a beaming grin every time their eyes met. She never saw Harley, however, who seemed to time her arrivals and departures from the parlor so that Pam never crossed paths with her.

Renee suggested Pam try and push a restraining order if she was so certain of Jay's involvement in the case. Pam told her she'd pursue it if and when the letters began coming again. Montoya didn't look appeased by her answer, but to her credit she didn't argue. Much.

Although the letters were no longer a present concern, Pam didn't find much peace at home. In fact, she stayed late at the shop most days. Both in hopes of seeing Harley and to avoid the loneliness and guilt that crushed her when she was at home. She came home late, cooked herself dinner and fell into a cold, empty bed only to repeat the same routine the next day.

She heard from Selina occasionally. She called every few days to let Pam know that Harley was alright. And for that Pam was grateful, although every call made her feel emptier. She knew she needed to find a way to speak to Harley. But she wasn't even sure how to begin patching things up between them. What she'd done to Harley was inexcusable, indefensible. And if she couldn't forgive herself, how could she expect Harley to?

As per Selina's request, she'd given Harley time and space. But it would only be so long before that became a detriment to their fizzling relationship rather than a benefit.

Give me a chance to apologize. She begged to no one in particular as she fell asleep, curled around Harley's pillow one night, breathing in the faint scent that was left. And I promise this will be the last time. I won't hurt you anymore.

/

Harley stared at the drooping white petals of the daisies on her work desk. Jay had brought them in for her almost two weeks ago. And while it repulsed Harley at the time, she couldn't bring herself to throw them away. She knew they were from Pam's shop. Because only Jay would be vindictive enough to pour salt in the wound and veil it as an apology.

Still, throwing them away felt too final, too symbolic. They were Pam's, not Jay's. So Harley had done her best to take care of them, much to the satisfaction of Jay, who probably imagined she'd done it for his sake. But despite her best attempts, the flowers were slowly wilting. And if that wasn't a perfect metaphor for her own life, then Harley didn't know what was.

She sighed and leaned forward against her desk, tracing listless circles on its smooth surface. There were no clients to distract her, no sketches to be done. All she could do was watch the minutes tick by on the clock across from her and try not to think about how badly she missed Pam.

It was different from the first fight they'd had when they hadn't spoken to one another. This one was so much bigger, so much more painful. And back then, Pam had tried to reach out to her, even though Harley had been unaware of her efforts. This time, Pam kept her distance. But Harley couldn't put all the blame on her. She'd been doing her best to avoid Pam too; no easy feat, considering the proximity of their shops.

Harley couldn't remember a time she'd felt more distraught. It was a deep sadness. An ache. A pain inside that coiled itself in her gut and sat there, clawing at her insides. She wanted to slap some sense into Pam almost as badly as she wanted to confront her and kiss her and make this all go away. But it wouldn't be that easy, Harley knew. Not this time. Pam had issues that Harley couldn't help her with, not that she had even been allowed to try.

The 'ding' of the bell above the door pulled Harley out of her thoughts and she brightened when she saw Barbara wheel her way into the shop.

"Babs!" she greeted, scooting around the counter to hold the door open for her friend. "How are ya? Did you decide on a tattoo?"

"I think so?" Barbara said, scrunching up her nose in a display that was not sure at all. "But that's not really why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I thought we could talk for a bit. Do you have some time?"

Harley glanced back up at the clock. Her lunch break wasn't for another hour, but business was slow and Jay was never around to keep an eye on things anymore so….

"Gimme a sec."

After a few brief minutes of convincing Floyd to watch the front desk for a while, which he agreed to only on the grounds that Harley pay for his lunch, Harley joined Barbara at the door and followed her outside. They began walking, and wheeling, down the street in the direction of Barbara's café.

They passed the flower shop and Harley kept her eyes on the ground. She knew Pam was in there, probably watching her pass by too. And she couldn't decide if it hurt worse to know that Pam didn't notice her walking by, or did and simply decided not to do anything about it.

Barbara noticed the shift in her expression, not that Harley was doing much to hide it.

"Pam's been talking to my father," she said suddenly, and Harley turned to look at her, surprised.

"She has?"

"Yeah. She showed him the letters. You know about the letters?" Barbara's voice was airy, almost too relaxed.

"Yeah, I know about the letters," Harley admitted, shame flooding through her.

Barbara's expression hardened and Harley felt the disappointment coming off her in waves. "That's a scary thing to deal with." Harley nodded. "Especially alone."

Then Harley bristled. This wasn't Barbara's business. And whether or not she was trying to help, Harley couldn't bite back her irritated response. "If she didn't wanna handle it alone, she shouldn't have tried to."

She was trying to protect you.

Barbara just pursed her lips and nodded.

She was being stupid and unfair.

"Is… She okay?"

"As far as I know," Barbara replied. "Dad hasn't been able to find a lead on the case, but Pam is convinced the letters are coming from your boss."

Harley briefly remembered Pam mentioning that she suspected Jay. It had been the catalyst for their argument. And maybe she was right… Maybe Harley could do some digging.

She doesn't want help.

Harley frowned, setting her jaw and stuffing her hands into her pockets.

Man, you're as stubborn as she is.

"You two had a big blowout?" Barbara asked, her eyes on the sidewalk ahead of them.

"She told you?" Harley gaped.

"No," Barbara replied with a smirk. "You did. Just now. But I figured when I didn't see you around the station with her."

Harley huffed, feeling heat rush into her cheeks. "That wasn't very nice, Babs."

"Not that it's any of my business," Barbara continued. "But I think you should talk to her again. She's been dealing with a lot."

Yeah, well so have I! Harley thought indignantly. Why doesn't anyone care about what I have to deal with?

Outwardly, she said, "She can take care of herself."

Barbara's shoulders slumped and she gestured for Harley to turn around so they could loop back around to the shop. "You're right. I guess she can. But you haven't seen her in a while, have you?"

"Two weeks," Harley mumbled. She'd counted the days.

"Well two weeks of isolation can do a number on anyone. I don't think I've ever seen her look so… bad."

Harley's stomach twisted with guilt, but she shoved the feeling down. Pam didn't need her help. She didn't want her help. She'd made that clear over and over again.

"Whatever you decide to do, Harley," Barbara said as they stopped outside the tattoo parlor's doors. "Watch out for Jay. The guy's a snake. And whether or not he's behind the letters, he's dangerous." She paused. "My dad's gonna prove it somehow. I promise you that."

/

"How is she?" Pam asked, clutching her cell phone tightly, almost afraid to hear the answer. She sat camped out on her couch, a blanket around her shoulders and a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table. The TV was playing in the background but Pam wasn't paying attention.

"She's fine," Selina told her. Pam heard the distant sound of a door closing and assumed Selina had gone into another room for some privacy. "She's currently binging reruns of some old cartoon. It's ridiculous how many hours that girl will spend in front of the TV."

Pam smiled. Selina wasn't wrong. There had been many nights when Pam had to lure Harley away from the TV with promises of intimacy. It was almost impossible to get her to move otherwise.

"How are you, Pam? Any leads on the letters? Trouble?"

"No," she replied, heaving a sigh. "Nothing."

"You still think Jay is behind it?"

"I do. Unfortunately, he's very good at covering his tracks. The Commissioner doesn't have enough to convict him with, especially now that the letters have stopped coming."

Selina hummed thoughtfully before an awkward silence fell over the line.

"Will you tell her I'm sorry?" Pam asked again. Every time she spoke to Selina over the phone, she made sure to ask. One of her apologies had to sink in eventually. It had to open a door.

"I'll try." Selina's patented response.

Pam was beginning to wonder what would happen if Harley decided to cut ties with her for good. Would she stay with Selina permanently? That might cause some trouble with her and Bruce. It was possible Harley would strike out on her own. She was strong enough now, without Jay to leach on her confidence. She knew Selina would gladly help Harley fund her own apartment. And the thought of Harley moving on without her terrified Pam.

"I should probably go," Selina continued. "Gotta get dinner started. Harley can eat. Don't know where she puts it, honestly." There was levity in Selina's voice, but it failed to hearten Pam. All she could think of was spending another night alone.

She bid Selina a farewell and shut off the TV, staring down at her lap as the darkness of the living room closed in on her.

The little apartment felt hollow without Harley. And Pam hadn't realized how much life Harley had brought to it before now. Her laughter, her bright voice, her (many) ridiculous jokes, the warmth of her body and the tenderness of her kisses. Pam had grown so accustomed to it all in such a short period of time.

She needed Harley now. She didn't want to need her. Needing her meant vulnerability. And Pam was nothing if not vulnerable now. But Harley had changed her. Was still changing her, even in her absence.

Pam lay down against the couch cushions, deciding to spend the night outside the bedroom. The sheets still smelled like Harley, and it made it impossible to sleep without aching for her. She wasn't sure what it would take to make Harley come home, but Pam knew she had to try something. Moving on without Harley was… unthinkable. She couldn't picture it. And the thought that she might have to scared her more than anything.

/

The tension in Joan's office was palpable. It had taken all the courage Pam had to admit that she'd been lying to Joan for the better part of two weeks. And her obvious disappointment hurt almost as much as Harley's.

"What's important now is your safety," Joan said, finally breaking the silence. "You need to get the police involved. There's no shame in that. It was a very dangerous decision to think you could handle this on your own."

Annoyance flared in Pam's chest, although she knew Joan was completely correct. No matter how badly she'd screwed up, she hated being talked down to.

"The Commissioner is aware of my situation now," Pam assured, her voice tight. "And he's ensured I have protection while he searches for the culprit."

Joan leaned back in her chair, relief obvious on her face. "That's good to hear. I applaud your courage Pam. I know how difficult it is for you to ask for help when you need it."

Pam's jaw clenched. This session was already beginning to frustrate her. Having her weakness pointed out to her while she'd already fallen so far was salt in the wound.

"And you neglected to tell Harley about these letters?" Joan reiterated, tapping lightly on her clipboard.

Pam nodded silently.

"Why?"

That was a loaded question that Pam still had trouble answering. At first, she'd felt she was protecting Harley. But as the days passed, she began to realize that she'd just been afraid. She didn't know what the letters would do to their relationship and the easiest way to ignore the possible consequences had been to pretend they didn't exist.

"I thought I could protect her," Pam answered. "I didn't want her to worry. We were already struggling, I thought the letters would make things worse."

"So you lied to her?"

Pam nodded again, fighting the anger that tightened her chest.

"Were you practicing your communication exercises?"

"No."

"Why not?"

I don't know. Stop asking me questions I don't know the answers to. Just help me fix this.

"I don't know."

Joan nodded and took a moment to write something on her clipboard. Pam waited in angry silence. She knew, going in, that this session would be much more difficult than her previous ones. But she'd at least expected it to bolster her confidence. Instead it felt more like an attack.

"Where is Harley now?" Joan asked, looking back up at Pam.

"She's staying with a friend."

"And have you spoken with her since the argument?"

Pam shook her head. "No. Selina seemed convinced that she needed space."

"Pam." The displeasure in Joan's tone made Pam flush. "You're a brilliant woman. You're strong and you're brave. But you've been taking steps backwards and they're going to damage your relationship with Harley. You know that, don't you?"

Again, Pam nodded.

"How can I help you today to get you back on track?" There was a touch of sympathy in Joan's tone now and Pam hated it. She felt like a child again, being lectured by her angry mother.

"I need to fix things with Harley," she answered.

"And how do you imagine you'll be able to begin patching things up?"

"I need to talk to her."

Joan nodded. "That's exactly right. You need to communicate with her Pam. The same way we've been practicing here. And you need to continue communicating with her after this argument passes. I'm not going to force you to do anything that you feel uncomfortable with, but I do suggest you consider resuming your SIT sessions. Harley has expressed her willingness to help you more than once, and the progress you were making together was exceptional."

"I didn't mean to hurt her," Pam said, suddenly weak and emotionally exhausted. She was tired. Too overwrought from the investigation of the letters. Desperately missing Harley. Lonely from spending days in her shop alone. She needed Joan to give her an answer. She needed simple step-by-step directions for how to fix things. And yet, she knew Joan wouldn't be able to provide that. This was her mess to clean up.

"I understand that Pam," Joan replied gently. "And I'm sure Harley does too. But correcting the mistake you made is going to take work and dedication. The first step is talking to Harley. Do you think you'll be able to do that?"

"Yes."

"Good. As soon as she's willing, I ask that you have her continue coming to sessions with you. I think you both can benefit from practicing some communication in a safe space."

Pam agreed and Joan wrapped up their session soon after. She led Pam to the door, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder just before she left.

"Pam, keep your chin up. You have the power to make things right. And I genuinely believe Harley cares for you enough to meet you halfway. Don't give up hope yet."

/

Pam found herself outside Selina's door late Saturday evening. She hadn't called ahead for fear Selina might reject her request to visit. But showing up unexpected might elicit a negative reaction from both her and Harley. Still, Pam knew she had to try. The continued silence was doing nothing to repair their relationship. Joan had been right. Communication was what was most important now. That, and apologizing.

Raising a fist, she rapped lightly on the door and waited anxiously. After a few tense moments, the door swung open and Selina appeared.

"Pam." She sounded surprised. "Hey. Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

"I need to speak with Harley," Pam said with a finality she hoped Selina couldn't deny.

To her surprise, Selina nodded immediately. She opened the door a little further and gestured her inside. "I think that's a good idea."

A little taken aback that she had not had to fight her way in, Pam followed Selina into the apartment. She led Pam into the living room where Harley was sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to the flat screen television in front of her.

"Harley." Selina drew her attention. Harley looked up, her eyes widening when she saw Pam standing there. She rose to her feet, but kept her distance, her body language wary.

"Can we talk?" Pam blurted. Seeing Harley again, after two and a half weeks without her, elicited a reaction that made her feel like she was a little bit drunk. Her heart pounded in her chest and her palms began to sweat.

The world seemed to shrink around her, until there was nothing but Harley, standing across from her, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. It hit her then that this moment was pivotal in deciding what her future looked like. If she couldn't convince Harley to come home, she risked losing her forever. If her apology wasn't enough, it meant moving on. Panic began to spread through her, making her limbs tremble and her mouth go dry. The confidence she'd collected on the way here quickly evaporated, leaving her a quivering mess.

Finally, Harley nodded 'yes' and Selina quickly excused herself.

"I'll give you two a minute," she said, slipping away. Pam waited until she heard the sound of the bedroom door click shut before she began. She took a cautious step forward, figuring it was a good thing that Harley didn't back away.

"Hi," she began.

A small smile quirked Harley's lips, but it faded just as quickly. "Hey."

"How have you been?"

What are you doing? This is ridiculous. Talk to her.

Harley shrugged, running one hand up and down her arm nervously. "I've been okay. You?"

Awful.

"Harley," she paused. Where to even begin? "I shouldn't have waited so long to speak with you. Selina suggested I give you space. But I can't help but think I should have reached out much sooner."

She took another few steps forward as she spoke and Harley's eyes stayed locked on hers. Fleetingly, Pam thought she registered a glimmer of hope in those bright blue depths.

"I shouldn't have lied to you," she said. Another step. "I shouldn't have kept the letters from you." Another. "But after I discontinued our SIT sessions, I didn't want there to be anything else that drove a wedge between us." She was close enough now to reach out and take Harley's hand, but she didn't. "It didn't occur to me that ignoring the problem would cause an even bigger issue. I was… I was stupid."

She wanted to reach out, to hold Harley close and kiss her and beg her forgiveness and remember what it felt like to mold their bodies together. She wanted Harley's warmth and her gentle touches and her soft lips and bright grin. So she stood there silently, drinking all of Harley in. And Harley stared right back, her fists balled at her sides and her body quivering. She looked either ready to punch Pam or launch herself into her arms. Although Pam was hoping it was the latter, she couldn't rule out the former, so she held her ground.

Then Pam noticed the sheen in Harley's eyes. Somewhere during Pam's apology she'd begun to cry. Of course she had. This was Harley. The display of emotion bolstered Pam's confidence. She took one final step, bringing her tantalizingly close to Harley and reached out, running her thumb along Harley's jaw.

"I never meant to hurt you…"

"You don't have to be sorry," Harley cut her short, meeting Pam's gaze with an earnest smile, but Pam couldn't let it end there.

"No, I do. I need to say this. I need to apologize." But once Harley was looking at her expectantly, she found she had no idea how to even begin.

"I… " Communicate. Tell her the truth. "I was an idiot, Harley. Cruel to you, manipulative, horrible."

Harley opened her mouth to argue but Pam cut her off. "I was. I know I was. But I couldn't see it. I was so convinced I was doing what was best for you that I didn't allow you to be an equal partner in this relationship. I didn't let you express your opinions or your feelings and that was wrong of me. I don't mean to make this seem like some enormous excuse, but I've never… felt the way about anyone the way I feel about you. I've never…" Been so in love? So lost at the same time? "…Had to navigate living with another person. Coming to compromises and communicating, it just doesn't come naturally to me."

Pam paused to let her words sink in. Harley's eyes were trained on hers and they didn't waver once, although it was clear from the way her body trembled that she was itching to respond.

"And I know that's exactly what I was supposed to be seeing Joan for… I just got so caught up in guilt and confusion and then the letters arrived and I shut you out because… I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought I was protecting you. I didn't realize…." She stopped and gave a halfhearted smile. "I still have a lot to work on. A lot that I need to change about myself. In fact… I've come to realize that the only way I'll be able to do this...to have any chance of healing, is with you by my side." Pam inched closer to Harley again and tentatively laced their fingers together. "I was wrong, Harley. And I will never keep something like this from you again. From now on, you will be a part of every pivotal decision I make. I promise... Would you… Can you forgive me, Harley? Will you come home?"

Harley tensed, her eyes falling to the ground, and for a moment Pam was certain she'd say no. Her heart stilled in her chest as she imagined leaving this apartment without Harley despite what she'd said. The silence stretched between them too long, and the panic returned, making her hands tremble.

"Harley? Do you want me to stay? Or go?"

Harley didn't look at her, remaining quiet. Pam clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut, letting go of Harley's hands and steeling herself for the inevitable, when suddenly a force of quivering energy barreled into her, nearly knocking her off her feet.

Harley had launched herself at Pam, throwing her arms around her neck kissing her, hard. Pam could feel the warm tears wetting her own cheeks and Harley's hands gripping her, twisting in the fabric of her shirt. Pam allowed the kiss to continue until the need for air overpowered everything else. Finally, she pulled away, resting her forehead against Harley's, their breath mingling.

"I'm sorry," Pam whispered, her eyes still closed, hands rising to cup Harley's face. "I'm so sorry."

Harley whimpered in reply and pressed her lips to Pam's again, frantic and needy. Pam let her take control, let her take whatever she needed from her. Harley's kiss was intense, persistent, and she pushed closer, knocking Pam off balance in her frenzy. They collapsed onto the couch together and Harley nearly slipped off the edge in the tumble. But she caught herself and scrambled upwards, her body sliding sinuously against Pam's.

"I kinda hate you," Harley murmured, before capturing Pam's lips again, and then again and again until they both lay panting against one another.

"I know," she murmured, stroking her hands down Harley's arms. "I'm not exactly fond of myself right now either… Harley what I did was inexcusable. But I hope you can find it in yourself to give me another chance."

"Yes." Harley's voice was little more than a grateful whisper, but Pam couldn't keep the smile off her face. And then Harley was kissing her again, her hands tangling in Pam's hair, tugging her close.

"I missed you," she breathed, pulling far enough away to make sure her words weren't muffled. Pam could only nod her agreement before closing the distance between them again, unable to get close enough after two weeks without her.

They were forced to separate when Selina reentered the living room. She looked torn between berating them for such a blatant display of affection, and applauding them for resolving their fight. Apparently, she settled on the former.

"Alright, enough of that shit in my apartment," she groaned, rolling her eyes teasingly. "I don't want to pay to have that couch cleaned."

Pam flushed and Harley giggled. Both women struggled to untangle themselves and then stood together, facing Selina who was watching them with a smirk.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she jerked her thumb towards the bedroom. "Harley's got quite a few new outfits you're going to have to lug home."

Harley turned back to Pam with an embarrassed smile. "She took me shoppin'."

"I'll pay you back," Pam told Selina, but she shook her head.

"Not necessary. Anything for you two." She grinned again, a mischievous spark in her eyes. "Besides, you'd be paying me back for a long time on that flower shop salary."

Pam returned her smile and met her best friend's gaze, unwaveringly. "Thank you, Selina."

/

"You don't get to do that anymore. No more secrets, no more lies. We gotta talk to each other," Harley insisted as she sat across from Pam on the bed, cross legged. "Do you remember how mad ya got when you found out I'd been keepin' what Jay did to me a secret?"

"I do."

"Well, you made me just as mad when you lied about those letters. So now we're square and we can't do that anymore. Deal?"

The furrow in Harley's brow, coupled with her pouting pink lips almost made Pam chuckle, but she bit her lip and held it in. "Deal."

Harley nodded firmly and then her serious expression faded and she gazed at Pam with soft, expressive eyes.

"What?" Pam asked, pursing her lips to contain her amused smile.

"Nothin'," Harley said after a brief pause.

"What happened to no secrets?" Pam teased.

Harley looked down at her lap, toying with her fingers. "It's not a secret… It's just… hard to say."

Pam reached for one of her hands and held it tight, bringing it up to her lips so that she could press a kiss to Harley's knuckles. "You can talk to me, Daffodil."

"Can we, maybe, work on some SIT again?" she asked quickly, like she was afraid her request would be interrupted halfway through. "You seemed so much happier when we did it and even Joan said you were makin' good progress. And I know you're worried about me, but it's so much more frustrating not getting to touch you at all than it is getting to touch you a little."

Pam hadn't thought about it like that, but it made sense. And Joan had suggested resuming SIT as well. As long as Harley was comfortable, as long as she communicated her concerns, then… there wasn't much harm in it, right?

"If that's what you want," she said, and Harley frowned.

"Is it what you want?"

Pam had to think about it for a moment before she realized she was of the same mind as Harley. Breaking off their intimacy entirely had been a terrible decision. And the fight had only made her realize that Harley's frustration didn't stem from her boundaries, but from her unwillingness to compromise.

"Yes, it's what I want," Pam replied, pulling on Harley's hand and bringing her close so that she could tuck herself against Pam's side. Harley nestled against Pam and sighed contentedly as she drew her fingers through Harley's cotton candy colored hair.

"I had a lotta time to think while I was at Selina's," she murmured, her lips brushing Pam's neck.

"About what?"

"About this."

"And what did you come up with?" Pam asked, tilting her head so that she could meet Harley's gaze. She stared up into Pam's green eyes for a long time, silently studying her.

Finally, she smiled and mumbled, "That you can be a big jerk."

"Fair enough," Pam conceded with a chuckle.

"But also that…" she paused, seeming to struggle with the words. "That you mean more to me than I thought you did."

Pam waited in silence, her chest filling with warmth as Harley gazed at her.

"When I was at Selina's, I felt so outta place. Not that she wasn't the best host, she bought me, like, ten outfits for cryin' out loud. But it wasn't right. It didn't feel… like home. And then I realized Jay's never felt like home either. It was just a place I came back to every night."

"And you feel like this is home?" Pam gestured to the room around them.

But Harley shook her head. "No, it's not… I mean, it is. More than the others… but… When I saw you standin' there in the middle of Kitty's apartment, the way you looked at me. It all clicked, you know?"

"I… I'm not sure I follow," Pam admitted as Harley squirmed closer, tucking her face into the crook of Pam's neck.

"You're my home, Red," she murmured. "You're my home…"