"It's more embarassing than anything and requires a bit of context." She reaches over without a second thought to lay her hand on top of his and threads her fingers through his. It still feels so easy, just sitting here with him like nothing's changed and they're just on a weekend camping trip like they used to.

The last time she'd seen Tim, really seen him, he'd told her to run. Prentiss and her worms were too close and someone had to get help. In the firelight she can more clearly see the circular scars in his face and feel them on his hand. She's seen them on Jon every day since she arrived, seen the attack in his memories, and the thought of the worms sends a visceral ghost of a shiver up her spine despite the warm air.

Sasha lifts her other hand, laying her palm against his scarred cheek.

"But if I tell, promise not to hold it over me for too long?"