"No thanks needed," Mira says automatically, waving a hand. "I didn't have much other way to be useful, so..."

"Nah, we just got in that quality girl time we'd been missing out on and talked shit about you," she jokes, but her joke is basically as effective as Davin's. She'd been horribly, desperately scared that he'd die in a thousand gruesome ways, or never be found, or come back with no memory, or -- like, a lot of things, okay -- and just being able to sit on his couch
and make dumb jokes is relieving. "Yeah." She tucks her head in against his shoulder, willing herself to be less fragile. "Can you maybe not with the kidnapping in future? I think that sounds good."