She leaned against the kitchen counter, and she looked exhausted when she finally found words again. "Okay. Okay, so I'll get used to it." She sounded defeated, and her eyes flicked to his. "I don't know how to do this without you," she said quietly.

"I mean, I guess- I don't even know how to live my life without you in it, when I try everything falls apart." She reached out her hand for his when he'd finished putting the coffee on, and she pulled him closer to her, so her was standing in front of her. "I put in my transfer papers today. They're going to call me Monday, let me know if I need to interview or who I need to talk to before I know if I have the job." Her hands smoothed down his chest to his waist, her head tipped back to look up at him.

"There'd be daycare like there was at St. Thomas, so things would be a little better for you. I know..." She paused for just a second. "We weren't on the best of terms when you left for Belfast," she said after a long moment. "I keep forgetting how difficult this has to be for you, and I shouldn't forget that."