[He squeezes her hands as she speaks, letting his breath hitch just a moment that only she can hear. Lucretia is beyond complicated for him now, a hundred years all but scrapped in affection between them. If she didn't think he deserved those memories, she can keep them. He just wants Lup. He just wants to be whole again.

He can feel the emotion creeping up his throat, so he pulls back, chuckling at her quietly.]

Nobody can fuckin' touch us.

[He'll never let anyone do that again.]

C'mon. It's still early. Pretty sure we've got enough for some killer pancakes in the kitchen if you wanna see Mags weep tears of joy.