Hope was a dangerous thing to have. Something he didn't allow himself. But in this moment, a small part of him wondered if it would hurt this time as much as it had all of the others.

Hollands eyes closed and he just rested there against Kell, matching their breaths; in, out, in, out, calm...

"Delilah wouldn't approve, you realize." And Delilah was...Kell was really hers. Whatever this was...it wouldn't leave this cabin. "Even if you did save me, she would find another reason to kill me off."