He kisses her, but retreats, holds back when she wants to be overwhelmed so she can feel again. She doesn't want to linger in this numbness, to let this be about her grief for someone else while he's here. She doesn't want to wallow or cry or scream about this anymore. She wants this moment to be theirs.

"Wolfe... please." Her fingers dig into his shirt, not trying to pull at it but to get him to look at her as she tries to shift to see his face. It's hard when every part of her body protests and the only pain she feels is so deep in her chest it might tear her in two. He hasn't rejected her, but dreams damn her, right now it feels like it. Everything is wrong and backwards and going in directions it shouldn't.

She presses trembling lips to his neck, fighting the tears making their way down her cheeks and failing. "I need you." And she doesn't want to wait for feeling to flood back in to have him when they could be gone for good.