She makes a small noise that confirms, yes, she's listening. But there's no real room for thinking following that confirmation. The jerks would trickle in, one by one, like they had the very first time she'd set up an apartment in the City. If they'd actually remember the destruction they'd caused in their uncivilized phase would be something new to see. Later. Much, much later.

For now there was bed and Will and dogs. She pressed her face against his shoulder, curling into his grip that last millimeter that might have been left open.