When he shoves the door open, Olivia is sitting in front of the computer. Her long legs are crossed and she stares at the blank screen with a frown. He shuts the door and locks it. He doesn't have to ask how long she's been watching the IHD feed.

"The number traces back to a Xenon," she says flatly. "It was stolen six years ago. Blue caps cite it in at least eighteen hijackings."

He turns and doffs his helmet. "So it was Rain's crew."

"And it looks like somebody finally pulled the pin on them." She stares at Mig and the whites of her eyes shine in the light. "It's what skimmers deserve."

"Lot of firepower for skimmers."

He takes off the rest of his suit and lays it out at the foot of his bed. There isn't room for a proper stand.

"You're worried," she says. "It's not too late for you to run."

He grabs a wide pan and half-fills it with water. The plastic container is still heavy. They'll have enough until next week's rations. He turns the burner on and watches bubbles start to bead up to the surface.

"You want a bath?"

She shakes her head.

The water reluctantly comes to a boil. He turns the stove off and carries the pan to bathroom where he strips. It's really a small alcove in the wall with a toilet and corner to wash. The stone walls are treated, but lack a layer of paint. Bands of reds, oranges, and browns surround him. He sits back on his haunches, rolls his shirt up into a wad, and dips it into the water. The warmth feels good. He runs it over his face and neck, and rivulets of grime slide down his shoulders.

Olivia carefully makes her way past him and crouches down in the corner. Her eyes move over the planes of his body.

"I'm not going to Earth, Mig. Think we both need to accept that."

"I'll figure something out."

She smiles at him, but it's a sad sort of smile. "I never pinned you for the hopeless romantic."

He dips his shirt into the pan and twists it with more force than necessary. Then he moves on to washing his hands and arms.

"You're giving up on me now?"

"Get over yourself. I've been fighting this my whole life. You only came into it part way through."

"I know, I mean...." He abruptly stops and stares at the water's surface. "You make tech sing. If you were on Earth, you'd live in a skyscraper and eat whatever you wanted."

"But I don't." She reaches out to touch the constellation of scars across his face. "And you can't make that right."

He covers her hand with his and rubs his thumb over her knuckles. The corners of his eyes sting involuntarily.

She leans forward. "You put yourself between me and every bad thing in this place. Even Leo. I could still be out in the Choke, but I have a home. A bed. Food. That's something."

When he doesn't reply, she draws her thumb to the corner of his lips.

"Don't." He jerks away. "I can't."

"Cuz you're old?"

"Old enough to be your father."

"My father's been dead for 25 years."

Mig swallows hard at that. She quietly shifts forward. Her hair slips over her shoulders and makes a curtain between them. It tickles the skin on his chest.

"Let's just have this moment, okay?" She leans in until their noses nearly touch. "Just you and me. Nothing else."

"We can't, Olive."

She rests her thumb against his lips. Her other hand slides down his chest, gently pulls at the hair trailing over his stomach. His breath hitches. Her eyes constantly flick back and forth over his face.

"Every night, I'd watch your silhouette. You'd lay down and put your hand behind your head. Sometimes I dreamt I was brave enough to get up and walk around to your side. I'd finally get to touch you like this. Then you'd need me as much as I need you."

Her mouth presses against his. Seals them together. He goes still, brow furrowed, and inhales through his nose. When they part, he looks up at her with a searching expression.

"Just you and me." She cups his face in her long hands. "Okay?"

He nods slowly.

She shifts forward until their knees touch. Mig sits back against the wall. He drops his wadded shirt into the pan while Olivia settles into his lap. Her body is as warm as the water and her arms fold around him like wings.