"Good boy," she teases, just because of the way he's always so quick to say yes ma'am. Now that she's set this boundary and he's accepted it, she twists to sit astride his lap, stretching her legs out along the sofa as she leans against his chest, sliding one hand slowly back and forth as she tips her head back for more kisses.

His lips are so soft against her skin, and when something like guilt starts to creep into her mind, she remembers what Sweeney told her. It's okay to not only want this, but to take it. Peter wouldn't want her to be alone forever, and she isn't betraying his memory. He'll always be a part of her, and Keys gets that. She doesn't have to try and stamp it down, or pretend it doesn't exist.

"I know Sweeney might have seemed scary," she finds herself saying, opening her eyes to look at Keys again. "But he's the one who told me it was okay to want something new. He helped me be less afraid of this."