She actually pulled back just a little. "Are you scared of that? That it's going to be the same?" Her eyes searched his as she shook her head, and her hands - her hands, not the one hand and the other beige elastic - found his cheeks.

"Jackson, it's never going to be the same, and that's good. You don't have to worry, baby." Her fingers slipped up, to smooth through his hair, her brows furrowed. "I'm just worried that the things I have to say will eat you up, that you'll worry about history repeating, but this place isn't Charming, and it's never going to be." She leaned up to gently kiss him for only a moment.

"I want to tell you what happened," she said softly, still settled in his lap because that was where she needed to be - both of them, protecting each other from the world while they had this conversation. "With my hand. What happened after." Not about the letters. Not about Piney. Probably not what Clay did to Gemma, either. But she could tell him about Oregon; about him being there when she lost this job. About him being their son's parent while she'd spent weeks staring at nothing because her dreams were gone - but in a better way, obviously.