For a long time after that, neither of them spoke.

She kept touching his hands, his arms, sometimes his face. He closed his eyes, and she kept squeezing his fingers, brushing her fingers down his cheeks.

Eyes open, he followed the fingers to Katrina.

"Who did that to you?" He gestured at her arms.

"I... I did."

"Why?"

She faltered. Bit her lip, looked up at the ceiling.

Kip still remembered their second date. She'd been so nervous during the movie that she'd bit clean through that same lip.

"I don't know."

Kip nodded. That made sense.

In some sick way, it made sense.

Katrina's eyes softened.