It's funny. Through all the complications, all the hurt, all the bullshit - Scott's presence will always steady something in her. Always give her something to hold on to.

She doesn't even think; she just breathes, slow and steady, before looking up at him with wide eyes. (She keeps her hands on the table, because god knows what they'd be doing otherwise.)

"Scott." Soft, wistful, a little shocked. The last face she saw, before -

"Don't drink the cocoa."