Go ahead, try and stop me.

Finan held Kaylee for minutes at a time without saying a word. He had been scared as well, not able to reach her in time was his biggest nightmare. "Aye, dunna think about it.Yer here with me, that's all that matters." He murmured into her hair before placing a kiss to her temple.

"The last thing I said was that I needed a bloody walk," The Irishwoman shook her head and took the hard bread and cheese greedily. She couldn't eat it all, they needed to have food for their journey. But after being starved, she needed all she could get. "I donne' think I've eaten since they grabbed me. Kept thinkin it was poison." Kaylee muttered over a bite of cheese.

Finan was a hesitant man. He had been from the beginning. He needed time, he needed privacy, he needed to do things on his own time. Xavier fell hard and he fell fast. Of course he chose Finan.

"Always. I'll always come when you need me, Finan." Xavier's voice was breaking but he swallowed thickly. Stepping back, he turned to head to his sharpening wheel and what smithing tools he had available. Anymore all he got to do was sharpen blades and make arrows.

"Ye we're an eejit," Kaylee chuckled at her cheeky remark and brought her hand up and to his shirt hair that she tugged gently when their lips touched. They didn't have long now before the fighting would start.

Every last minute that could be stolen, was. Kaylee could have stayed right there for a lifetime.. But they had a duty to the makeshift family they had in this group of guys. Reluctantly, she stepped back from her man, and handed him his shield as she picked up her own.

Hearing his beliefs truly confirmed out loud shook a hurricane in him he didn't expect. Staring at her, watching her cry, shed tears for that asshole made his blood boil. He stared out his windshield, gripping his steering wheel til his knuckles turned white. He wasn't reaching for the gear shift, he was confident he couldn't drive right this instance. After a few deep breathes her next sentence shook him right out of anger and into protection. "Then don't go back." He said simply. He stared at her for a second before shaking his head, "I mean, I see two options. You can stay with me, and don't go back for a while. Or I stay with you. I'll sleep on the couch." He adjusted himself to face her, "Whatever you decide is what we'll do."

As one moment of silence turned to two, to three, Danny started to fuss with the hem at the bottom of her dress. Had it always had that dangling string? It was suddenly so interesting, or maybe that was because it kept her from noticing just how thick the air had become. "I.. I can't just not go back, it's my house." And maybe she just didn't think she would ever be able to go back if she left now, like if she started running she would just never stop. But she knew what going back could mean. "But.. But maybe for tonight? Would that be okay?" Danny finally looked over at Travis. How was it that she couldn't get anyone like him to give her their attention? It was always the guys like her now ex. If only he could see her. Like really, fully, see her. Who was she kidding though? "Just until I know he won't be back."

When Travis raised his voice, Danny jumped. Though it wasn't necessarily in fear as much as it was surprise. There were so many questions so fast that Danny could only start to answer. "I don't-" She was trying to at least get through the first one though when a pair of hands took her cheeks and forced her gaze. "Noth- I'm okay- Travis-" The rest there was no way to get a word in. It was all a whirlwind and before she knew it he had removed his apron. "You don't have to- It's okay," but because she knew better, she turned on her stool and hopped up to head out of the restaurant once he joined her. "Can we slow down a second, you don't have to leave work- and when you're mad like this your stride gets so long and I have little legs."

Travis had always suspected something was off with the guy Danny had been dating for the last several months. There was something she'd been hiding from him, or that's what his gut was telling him. He never found the courage to say anything, because who was he to tell her what to do in her relationship or give her unsolicited advice. He always asked how she was, but she never opened up and told him. Finally confirming what he'd suspected, he wanted to rectify that guilt he was feeling. Travis stopped midway opening his car parked right in front of his diner "Cesar and Ella have it covered." He spoke confidently, before climbing into the driver's seat. He waited for her to get into the passenger side. He furrowed his brow before asking, "How long has he been breaking doors Dan?" He looked at her as he asked her a much deeper question underneath what seemed innocent enough.

Suffering in silence was all that Danielle knew how to do. Whether it was her family, or the men she dated. Who would care anyway, right? Travis. She knew if she said anything he would have made a fuss, just like he was doing now. He was always wondering how she was, always there if she needed but she just couldn't get the words out. Now that she was sitting in the passenger's seat and he was asking her more directly, she summoned a little more courage. "Since the beginning.. More the last month." A tear dripped down her cheek that she quickly swiped away with the tips of her fingers. "I'm.. I'm scared he's going to come back."

Amelia laughed lightly, "Exactly," she stated thinking he was agreeing with her. "It's elementary. That's the advice a woman dressed as a hippie will tell you at a carnival. It's all bogus." She shook her head. "Riddles aren't supposed to give you a clear vision. If I'm meant to be looking for someone within my circle, who?" She looked at him with confidence in the fact that he wasn't interested. He wasn't her person, as much as high school and college version of Amelia would have believed him to be the person the psychic was referring to. Level headed Amelia, knows the difference between her reality and a fantasy. "In order for me to believe them, they have to tell me a name, or an initial or something proving to me they know what they're doing. I'm glad you agree." She smiled taking a sip of her drink.

Miles supposed she had him there. He opted to button his lip and shrug as he chuckled softly. He supposed he didn't know how to break it to her that he would have given just about anything to be the one to hold her at night. But with an opinion like that about it, who was he to make himself look like a fool? Not today. That didn't stop his eyes from lingering a little on her legs. But just when he thought he might be able to change the subject, he said, "Maybe it's one of those things you figure out because you talked about it. Like changing your future because you know something's going to happen." The man looked up, searching for her eyes. "Tell me you haven't ever thought about me like that."

Tavi had to be satisfied with Daisy saying the she understood, even if she wasn't saying she was happy with his decision. "I know it means a lot to have earned your trust back, Daze. I'm not taking that lightly." Reaching to the hooks on the back of the door, an addition of her since she'd arrived, he passed her the towel while becoming acutely aware just how much this move would be like starting over for them. "I'm sorry, Daisy. Really, I wish we figured out how to resolve this by now. Think you can manage to pack and be ready to go before sundown tonight? I'd don't want to drive through the mountains with headlights on but once we're on the highway then nightfall would be best."

Taking the towel from him with a quiet thank you, she dried her hair before she wrapped the towel around herself. Stepping out, she shook her head. "If resolving this problem means I have to say goodbye to you again, I don't care if it ever gets better, Tavi.. even if that's selfish of me." Bringing one of her hands up to his cheek, she ran a thumb under his cheekbone and down along the edge of his beard. Her eyes lingered on his lips, tempted.. so very tempted to kiss him. But Daisy didn't want to put herself out there and embarrass herself anymore than admitting as much as she had. "I can be packed up in an hour, I'll start the signal bounce so they think we're going the opposite direction."

Solena squealed in surprise when Miles snuck up behind her. She couldn't help herself, turning into her boyfriend's touch and stealing a quick kiss. "Okay, you can set the table, but that's all. This is your special day, silly!" Sol went back to the pots and pans, pulling lids away, stirring, and then popping the lids back on. Her green eyes looked up at him, spinning gracefully toward the refrigerator, "One beer coming right up."

"My special day? Did I forget my birthday?" Joked the illustrator who smiled against her lips and pecked them one more time very softly before moving to do as she asked. He would have set the table even with her protests. He was a gentleman, after all. Who was he to just let her do everything? It was amazing how much happier she was here where things were just the two of them. Solena seemed to enjoy being in her own space, and he couldn't blame her for that. This was her home. Hopefully it would feel more and more like his the longer he was there.