She didn't argue with Matt, not when she resented Fisk so much about having almost taken him again simply over the fact of how both men tend to gravitate around each other. Would she have taken a bullet for him? She would have taken a bullet for Matt for sure. But she doesn't dare to say that outloud. Would he cut her out of his life if that meant protecting her? They're all make believe scenarios in her head right now, 'what ifs' that add worry and pain in a moment when they have plenty of that.

Instead, she's glad they're joking again. That they can take a moment to think of the tiny sparks of light in such a dark day. "Oh, so you were just pushing for that dance because you wanted to publically humilliate me?" She was delighted by how much easier that laugh had come out of him now. Still tired, but genuine on the way that those creases around his eyes show up.

She really adores those creases.

It had been a sweet dance. She had been clumsy and having to lead added pressure, but to Kate's own surprise his soft words had encouraged her to relax and let go. To go with the flow.

She is allowing herself to go with the flow now, too. Closing her own eyes to try and see what he sees, as Matt's fingertips start tracing her face for the first time. It's something intimate, but not something that feels wrong. In her heart, she knows they've earned this. Kate wants him to have it and Matt seems happy to take it.

"Hey," she breaths out in barely a whisper, the cheek leaning properly into his palm. Surely he will feel it, ther corner of her lips as her smile grows wider, how it pulls on that cheek.

And just like that, the power is gone.