She nodded. The truth was, she felt a strong urge to throw herself at him. She had no idea why, but it was there. Even now as she sat there looking undoubtedly like a mess, she wanted to get lost in his arms and his lips and not have to think. And yet, she knew Peter wasn't ready yet and somewhere in her more rational mind she knew the urge was some sort of response to almost dying.

Liz leaned forward and kissed the side of his face. "We'll figure it out together."