Vex smiles at his touch, leaning into that kiss against her hair, head finding a restful place against his. However frail he is, his affection is still strong and warm and for a brief moment the pressure against her heart is gone and replaced with butterflies. He still does it to her.

"Not here," she confirms wryly. He knows her. "I didn't think of the future much, back when it was just my brother and I. The future was the next score, the next meal in our bellies. Beyond that..." Another sigh escapes her, hand resting on Percy's leg. "I suppose I always thought that wherever I would be, he'd be there, too. It never really occurred to us that love was a possibility."

And love would mean making space for it. Separate lives, in some regard, when there had been so little of that for years and years of only having one another.