His teasing helped soothe the stress of what was to come. This obviously meant something, but what that was Maggie wasn't sure either of them knew. She still had two years of mourning to navigate through, during which Percy would still be alone. How ironic, she realized, that it was now he would have to wait the same length of time she had for him. Except, Maggie knew she couldn't ask that of him. Not even as they lay entwined on her kitchen floor. Not even if being in his arms was the first thing that felt right in over a decade.

She smiled back at him, though likely not as brightly as she had during their tryst. Maggie still didn't know the extent of his injury and wasn't about to push him on it. If he said it was alright, then it was. Besides, they had more pressing matters to think of. "Okay." She agreed softly, entirely uncertain of how to bring about the words they needed to say.

"We should ... we should probably talk about this ..." Maggie nervously said, her hands tightening around his waist unconsciously.