Jag just focused on the slide of Val's hand for a moment. This was worth having gone through that horrible place. This was worth the pain of burning. He knew that there were so many things they should talk about, but he couldn't bring himself to bring up any of them, right then. It felt like bringing them up might cut the moment short, and he didn't want to. He wanted those few days here, away from the world, just the two of them and no real need to ever wear clothes.