[Touch. Dean was fine with that. As much as he wanted his hands on her skin, he wanted her to touch him, too. He hadn't given himself permission to indulge in any intimacy since being abducted by the City gods or revolutionaries or whatever. The situation was just too strange and constantly changing. Would Mercy even be here tomorrow?

And, in his line of work, wasn't living in the moment more important, anyway?]

Mercy...

[His voice was a soft, yet urgent, whisper.]