Booker wouldn't forget the lessons he had learned over the years. There was still a heavy grief in his chest and an ache in his heart but it wasn't like the night she found him drinking. He hadn't gone stupid with it.

He cupped the back of her neck in a hand as they kissed and squeezed gently to convey some reassurance. He started to feel alone when they first came here but this time had closed that distance.

"If I can't handle it I'll make sure to call you for back up." If the grief got to be too much while he was away or his heart hurt too much they would be his first call. He might also drink but that was his usual solution.