But the pity doesn't come. Cole has never been one for pity. He'd pitied Bertrand, at the end, maybe, but that's completely different.

Cole makes a thoughtful face and nods. "No, I'm pretty sure they don't have that," he agrees. "And, y'know, I'm pretty sure if you hadn't, you wouldn't be so, y'know, close to the jacket."

He shifts, leaning away from the arm of the couch.

"I'm gonna do something, and if you don't like it, I'll stop, okay? Nothing weird." Then he moves closer, until they're side by side, and he lowers his arm until it's around her shoulders.