You're sitting on the porch at night. Helena has been holding a mug of cold coffee for far too long.

"I still think about everything." You don't ask what. You know.

She takes a deep breath.

"But when I'm with you… it feels lighter." You rest your shoulder against hers.

She closes her eyes for a second.

"I don't want to save the world right now. I just… want to do something right."

Her hand finds yours.