"Katherine." Tony's voice came behind me, and I turned. He's standing in the kitchen doorway, backlit by the dim light from the hallway. Still shirtless, bandages stark white against his tattooed torso. Looking so alive it hurts.
"This is insane," I whisper.
"Completely." He crosses to me, pulls me into his arms carefully, mindful of his injury. "But we're going to survive it."
"What if we don't? What if M sees through the fake? What if-"
"Then I really die." His voice is steady. Calm. "And you get as far from this as possible. Take Elliot, disappear, let the FBI protect you."
"That's not an option." I pull back to look at him. "Tony, if this fails, we fail together. I'm not running."
"Katherine-"
"No." My hands frame his face, forcing him to meet my eyes. "You took a bullet for me yesterday. Moved without thinking to put yourself between me and death. You think I'm going to do less? That I'd survive losing you and just... move on?"
