She stared dumbly at the water in the glass for a long moment or two. Then she stood up and deposited it on the closest counter before turning around. Her feet, again, felt like they were on their own path. She still felt rather numb all over.

Liz walked back over to Peter. She stood facing him, her legs almost touching his knees where he sat.

He was so kind and nice and caring and wonderful and so many other things.

She leaned in to kiss him, hands moving to either side of his face.