Sophie's fingers squeeze around Connor's hand for a moment, stroking John's stomach in the process. Her pulse is a slow, steady beat against Connor's back, and she kisses the nape of his neck before nestling her chin into his shoulder to be able to see John. She knows that confusion, the rabbit-breath and mouse-heart under their hands, and she knows it because she's been there. No one had ever wanted her, not like this, not until this impossible someone did.

"Just tell him, love."