Always an angel, never a god.

Kit had his flaws, his past with infidelity. He was argumentative, he drank too much. But nobody looked at him like you did. Even caged in this place, he found his solace in you.

He'd had a hard day. A screaming match with a nun, being cuffed and drugged and launched back into his room with you. He's too out of it, being packed with tranquilizers to get to you. Reaching a shaky hand and crying out through tears and snot, your name.