Well, she won the game. She didn't reach for him. But somehow she lost ground on the reasons for it. Because her smile looked a little too sad or he knows her a little too well, or fate is setting her up for another kick in the ass, and he's touching her instead.

Sure, she could ignore it. If she had a heart of stone and a spine of steel.

His lips brush her hair and whatever steel there was melts like candle wax. She leans back until her shoulders brush his chest.

"It's not true, you know," she murmurs, the heartbreak of both their losses weighing on her voice. "That you don't have family left." Emma guesses she's done with her stupid self-protective games today, because her voice softens and the words spill right on out. "You have me, Killian."