She starts to chuckle, but she's cut off by his mouth. It descends upon hers, making her stomach constrict and her shoulders tense, and yet her hand is brushing by his cheek on its way to his hair. Her fingers slide through the sandy locks, gently holding him to her.

To make up her mind on Gene Hunt is nothing short of an affair; to decide what his intentions are is practically impossible. He is so often an enigma that the only thing to be done is to take things one day at a time.

Brick by brick, my citizens. Brick by brick.

She breaks, pulling back enough to catch his eyes, and calmly searches him out. She smiles again — small, and a little unsure. Nodding to the door, she whispers:


"Get."