"I'll take it," he replies, and he's more pleased about it than he's really letting on. He hadn't seen much action at the 'Dome, a bit when he'd still been new to working with the PPDC but sex had become less and less of a necessity once the kaiju parts started rolling in and the realization had truly hit him that the fate of the world was at least partially in his hands. It's not like he'd been expecting sex with Kate to be mediocre or anything, but the fact that it had been so fucking fantastic--she'd gotten him hard and made him come twice in a stupidly short period of time, for Christ's sake, and he's pretty sure she'll succeed in doing it again tonight--is still rocking him. They just fit, everything about them, it's been a perfect match.

"I know it sounds stupid," he says, tugging at a loose thread he finds on the sheets. He knows she's not mocking him but now he remembers why he's always had a distinct dislike for most romantic comedies. Every line just comes off as so cheesy, so unrealistic because who the hell would say shit like that in real life? Turns out this guy does, Doctor Newton Geiszler, man of science. He's not going to write poetry and recite it to her outside her window--mostly because he could just walk into her apartment and also, she's on the top floor, goddamn it--but she always manages to improve his day when she's with him, and he doesn't think that's just a coincidence. "It's true, though. I don't know. It's kind of hard to put my finger on it because I've never felt this way before, but I wouldn't be able to go back to a life without you in it. Which sounds even more stupid and maybe a little creepy, I should just quit while I'm ahead."