[He still does. And it makes him smile guiltily and nuzzle Karen's shoulder. His arms hold her tight. Her sentiment save him from the mental ass kicking he can give himself... which is just as lethal as the real ass kicking he can deal.]

I can't promise that it will be easy, Karen. I will do everything I possibly can to try though.

[The tug makes him lift his arms a moment. The air in the room touch his skin. There it is again. The array of muscle and scars. Hard stuff that feels best pressed with Karen's soft form. Her breasts to his chest lets him feel the drumming of her heart.]

Don't move. Stay here.

[His lips lift in a smile.]

I don't mind telling you true things that happen to lift your mood. You are beautiful, smart, feisty.